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BLACK DREAM on my shoulder
NOW I THINK IT IS TIME FOR MY FANTASY TO COME OUT IN PUBLIC.
My dream is to serve a black lady, but is not easy at all to find a black lady in Denmark. It is not easy to find a dominant lady at all. But now to the fantasy.
I went to a Rolling Stones concert in England, I am a outsider at home so I went
There alone. Beside me a very, very attractive and all black was standing, who I believed was lot older than me, maybe she was 45 years old and I was only 18 years old. She attracted me in a way I never knew before.
I kept starring at her reasonably big ass, her great legs and her nice feet in flat slippers, which were unusual to be worn at a open-air concert.
And she, of course, noticed my looks. When the support, band ended she suddenly said to me “Nice but too bad I can’t see enough from here. Put me on your shoulders”. I was puzzled, but went down on my knees, so that very attractive black Queen could take her new place on her human throne. She was quite heavy and it was very difficulty to get up again, but I was luckily strong in my legs after mountain biking. I had already carried her for a half hour before the Rolling Stones concert started. She told me she was on her feet the whole day and was very, very happy to have meet me. I could definite not say the same. She was really heavy maybe about 175lbs. But I tried to ignore the pain, and the concert lasted about an hour and a half so I was really exhausted at the end. Occasionally she said “I AM THIRSTY” and I took her on my shoulders to the bar to buy her a cola or more. She never gave me any money it was expected that I pay.
Tow or three times she lost one of her slippers, so I have to bow cautiously to pick it up and put it on her foot again. After third time she said “Keep them in your hands, I’ll just lose them again anyway”.
After the concert she didn’t think anything at all of climbing off my shoulders, but told me where her car was parked. I carried her to her car and she sat down in the driver’s seat dangling her legs outside. “My shoes, you wouldn’t steal them would you?” she asked. I knelt down in front of her to put her slippers on her feet.
“Oh I guess they’re a little dirty. You’re allowed to clean them for me”. All this time I’d really devoted myself to this black Queen, but now I was puzzled again.
“Sorry but I have no rag”. I said. “Oh you can use your shirt, unless you are to noble to lick a black lady’s shoes clean”. She said. These last words were like knives in my ears, and I looked at the lady who looked back at me in a very arrogant way. I looked at her slippers, then I looked around because of the crowds, then I brought those slippers to my mouth and licked insides and outsides. At this moment. I knew I was totally enslaved to this black Queen. “Don’t make them too wet inside” she said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. When I put her shoes on her feet again she said “Do you want to be my servant? Maybe slave you’ll want to note this number. Only slaves I like get this number and if you like this evening and maybe like to have a black lady to sit on you face you may call very soon”.
She was driving away in a expensive Mercedes Benz 300 CE and I was standing alone on the big parking lot.
I put her number in my pocket and walk exhausted away to find a youth hostel. I was very exhausted and a bed was very welcome.
Next morning I woke up, there was pain all over my body. I could hardly get out of the bed, the pain reminds me about a beautiful black lady. After a bath I felt better. I was thinking about what had happened the other night, I was spellbound after that.
I took the note from my pocket and called her number, a familiar voice said “Catriona Dennert Hello who is it”, I said my name. “I am surprised after that treatment last night I was not expecting to hear from you again. You must have lots of spirit to be so humiliated by a black lady, but all right tell me where I can pick you up from”. I told her the address an was waiting. Finally after about an hour and a half she came.
The journey in the car took about tree hours from the outskirts of London, we where now out in the country an ended in a farmyard in the middle of nowhere. “Now we are home or shall I say now I am home, and now I will show you around. Get out of the car and be ready”. I got out and prepared so Catriona could sit on my shoulders ones again. It was only with lots of difficulty I got up again but her weight was only about 175lbs. She said, she’d guide me and I was walking in the direction she was guiding. After an hour she guided me around some of her fields. We went back to the farm and I was again exhausted after that.
“In the kitchen slave”. I followed her to the kitchen. Nice view, she was wearing a tight short skirt, and I stared at her firm thighs which were jutting out and seemed as if they were splitting at the seams. “If you are hungry and will on the loo it is time to eat and do the other stuff”. I ate and was on the loo and after I was finished she pointed at a chair and said “Now it is time to be used”. I had to crouch in front of the chair she was pointing at, with my back towards it and my head leaning backwards onto the seat. After that I was strapped to the chair, then she put a pipe in my mouth. “Now you are ready and you are very lucky. I maybe use your face as my cushion for a long while, it is a privilege only few white boys get”. After she had strapped me down, she made her self some food and placed it on the table where I was, then she came around the chair and looked down at me an smile, then she just turn around slowly and presented her enormous round buttocks, her buttocks was like huge moons of silky black. Slowly she lowered her magnificent bottom over my face and everything went dark. I felt as trough my face was being pressed like a flower in a heavy book. I was suffered the tremendous weight bearing down on my face and skull, but I endured it because I adore and worship her, and because it is her comfort that counts not mine……….
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very good history my friend...any picture of catriona?
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BLACK DREAM on my shoulder
NOW I THINK IT IS TIME FOR MY FANTASY TO COME OUT IN PUBLIC.
My dream is to serve a black lady, but is not easy at all to find a black lady in Denmark. It is not easy to find a dominant lady at all. But now to the fantasy.
I went to a Rolling Stones concert in England, I am a outsider at home so I went
There alone. Beside me a very, very attractive and all black was standing, who I believed was lot older than me, maybe she was 45 years old and I was only 18 years old. She attracted me in a way I never knew before.
I kept starring at her reasonably big ass, her great legs and her nice feet in flat slippers, which were unusual to be worn at a open-air concert.
And she, of course, noticed my looks. When the support, band ended she suddenly said to me “Nice but too bad I can’t see enough from here. Put me on your shoulders”. I was puzzled, but went down on my knees, so that very attractive black Queen could take her new place on her human throne. She was quite heavy and it was very difficulty to get up again, but I was luckily strong in my legs after mountain biking. I had already carried her for a half hour before the Rolling Stones concert started. She told me she was on her feet the whole day and was very, very happy to have meet me. I could definite not say the same. She was really heavy maybe about 175lbs. But I tried to ignore the pain, and the concert lasted about an hour and a half so I was really exhausted at the end. Occasionally she said “I AM THIRSTY” and I took her on my shoulders to the bar to buy her a cola or more. She never gave me any money it was expected that I pay.
Tow or three times she lost one of her slippers, so I have to bow cautiously to pick it up and put it on her foot again. After third time she said “Keep them in your hands, I’ll just lose them again anyway”.
After the concert she didn’t think anything at all of climbing off my shoulders, but told me where her car was parked. I carried her to her car and she sat down in the driver’s seat dangling her legs outside. “My shoes, you wouldn’t steal them would you?” she asked. I knelt down in front of her to put her slippers on her feet.
“Oh I guess they’re a little dirty. You’re allowed to clean them for me”. All this time I’d really devoted myself to this black Queen, but now I was puzzled again.
“Sorry but I have no rag”. I said. “Oh you can use your shirt, unless you are to noble to lick a black lady’s shoes clean”. She said. These last words were like knives in my ears, and I looked at the lady who looked back at me in a very arrogant way. I looked at her slippers, then I looked around because of the crowds, then I brought those slippers to my mouth and licked insides and outsides. At this moment. I knew I was totally enslaved to this black Queen. “Don’t make them too wet inside” she said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. When I put her shoes on her feet again she said “Do you want to be my servant? Maybe slave you’ll want to note this number. Only slaves I like get this number and if you like this evening and maybe like to have a black lady to sit on you face you may call very soon”.
She was driving away in a expensive Mercedes Benz 300 CE and I was standing alone on the big parking lot.
I put her number in my pocket and walk exhausted away to find a youth hostel. I was very exhausted and a bed was very welcome.
Next morning I woke up, there was pain all over my body. I could hardly get out of the bed, the pain reminds me about a beautiful black lady. After a bath I felt better. I was thinking about what had happened the other night, I was spellbound after that.
I took the note from my pocket and called her number, a familiar voice said “Catriona Dennert Hello who is it”, I said my name. “I am surprised after that treatment last night I was not expecting to hear from you again. You must have lots of spirit to be so humiliated by a black lady, but all right tell me where I can pick you up from”. I told her the address an was waiting. Finally after about an hour and a half she came.
The journey in the car took about tree hours from the outskirts of London, we where now out in the country an ended in a farmyard in the middle of nowhere. “Now we are home or shall I say now I am home, and now I will show you around. Get out of the car and be ready”. I got out and prepared so Catriona could sit on my shoulders ones again. It was only with lots of difficulty I got up again but her weight was only about 175lbs. She said, she’d guide me and I was walking in the direction she was guiding. After an hour she guided me around some of her fields. We went back to the farm and I was again exhausted after that.
“In the kitchen slave”. I followed her to the kitchen. Nice view, she was wearing a tight short skirt, and I stared at her firm thighs which were jutting out and seemed as if they were splitting at the seams. “If you are hungry and will on the loo it is time to eat and do the other stuff”. I ate and was on the loo and after I was finished she pointed at a chair and said “Now it is time to be used”. I had to crouch in front of the chair she was pointing at, with my back towards it and my head leaning backwards onto the seat. After that I was strapped to the chair, then she put a pipe in my mouth. “Now you are ready and you are very lucky. I maybe use your face as my cushion for a long while, it is a privilege only few white boys get”. After she had strapped me down, she made her self some food and placed it on the table where I was, then she came around the chair and looked down at me an smile, then she just turn around slowly and presented her enormous round buttocks, her buttocks was like huge moons of silky black. Slowly she lowered her magnificent bottom over my face and everything went dark. I felt as trough my face was being pressed like a flower in a heavy book. I was suffered the tremendous weight bearing down on my face and skull, but I endured it because I adore and worship her, and because it is her comfort that counts not mine……….
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@ faceunder, do you also carry men?
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BLACK DREAM on my shoulder
NOW I THINK IT IS TIME FOR MY FANTASY TO COME OUT IN PUBLIC.
My dream is to serve a black lady, but is not easy at all to find a black lady in Denmark. It is not easy to find a dominant lady at all. But now to the fantasy.
I went to a Rolling Stones concert in England, I am a outsider at home so I went
There alone. Beside me a very, very attractive and all black was standing, who I believed was lot older than me, maybe she was 45 years old and I was only 18 years old. She attracted me in a way I never knew before.
I kept starring at her reasonably big ass, her great legs and her nice feet in flat slippers, which were unusual to be worn at a open-air concert.
And she, of course, noticed my looks. When the support, band ended she suddenly said to me “Nice but too bad I can’t see enough from here. Put me on your shoulders”. I was puzzled, but went down on my knees, so that very attractive black Queen could take her new place on her human throne. She was quite heavy and it was very difficulty to get up again, but I was luckily strong in my legs after mountain biking. I had already carried her for a half hour before the Rolling Stones concert started. She told me she was on her feet the whole day and was very, very happy to have meet me. I could definite not say the same. She was really heavy maybe about 175lbs. But I tried to ignore the pain, and the concert lasted about an hour and a half so I was really exhausted at the end. Occasionally she said “I AM THIRSTY” and I took her on my shoulders to the bar to buy her a cola or more. She never gave me any money it was expected that I pay.
Tow or three times she lost one of her slippers, so I have to bow cautiously to pick it up and put it on her foot again. After third time she said “Keep them in your hands, I’ll just lose them again anyway”.
After the concert she didn’t think anything at all of climbing off my shoulders, but told me where her car was parked. I carried her to her car and she sat down in the driver’s seat dangling her legs outside. “My shoes, you wouldn’t steal them would you?” she asked. I knelt down in front of her to put her slippers on her feet.
“Oh I guess they’re a little dirty. You’re allowed to clean them for me”. All this time I’d really devoted myself to this black Queen, but now I was puzzled again.
“Sorry but I have no rag”. I said. “Oh you can use your shirt, unless you are to noble to lick a black lady’s shoes clean”. She said. These last words were like knives in my ears, and I looked at the lady who looked back at me in a very arrogant way. I looked at her slippers, then I looked around because of the crowds, then I brought those slippers to my mouth and licked insides and outsides. At this moment. I knew I was totally enslaved to this black Queen. “Don’t make them too wet inside” she said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. When I put her shoes on her feet again she said “Do you want to be my servant? Maybe slave you’ll want to note this number. Only slaves I like get this number and if you like this evening and maybe like to have a black lady to sit on you face you may call very soon”.
She was driving away in a expensive Mercedes Benz 300 CE and I was standing alone on the big parking lot.
I put her number in my pocket and walk exhausted away to find a youth hostel. I was very exhausted and a bed was very welcome.
Next morning I woke up, there was pain all over my body. I could hardly get out of the bed, the pain reminds me about a beautiful black lady. After a bath I felt better. I was thinking about what had happened the other night, I was spellbound after that.
I took the note from my pocket and called her number, a familiar voice said “Catriona Dennert Hello who is it”, I said my name. “I am surprised after that treatment last night I was not expecting to hear from you again. You must have lots of spirit to be so humiliated by a black lady, but all right tell me where I can pick you up from”. I told her the address an was waiting. Finally after about an hour and a half she came.
The journey in the car took about tree hours from the outskirts of London, we where now out in the country an ended in a farmyard in the middle of nowhere. “Now we are home or shall I say now I am home, and now I will show you around. Get out of the car and be ready”. I got out and prepared so Catriona could sit on my shoulders ones again. It was only with lots of difficulty I got up again but her weight was only about 175lbs. She said, she’d guide me and I was walking in the direction she was guiding. After an hour she guided me around some of her fields. We went back to the farm and I was again exhausted after that.
“In the kitchen slave”. I followed her to the kitchen. Nice view, she was wearing a tight short skirt, and I stared at her firm thighs which were jutting out and seemed as if they were splitting at the seams. “If you are hungry and will on the loo it is time to eat and do the other stuff”. I ate and was on the loo and after I was finished she pointed at a chair and said “Now it is time to be used”. I had to crouch in front of the chair she was pointing at, with my back towards it and my head leaning backwards onto the seat. After that I was strapped to the chair, then she put a pipe in my mouth. “Now you are ready and you are very lucky. I maybe use your face as my cushion for a long while, it is a privilege only few white boys get”. After she had strapped me down, she made her self some food and placed it on the table where I was, then she came around the chair and looked down at me an smile, then she just turn around slowly and presented her enormous round buttocks, her buttocks was like huge moons of silky black. Slowly she lowered her magnificent bottom over my face and everything went dark. I felt as trough my face was being pressed like a flower in a heavy book. I was suffered the tremendous weight bearing down on my face and skull, but I endured it because I adore and worship her, and because it is her comfort that counts not mine……….
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She was an African princess, she ruled a small nation, her subjects loved her and were at her service, she rode them on their shoulders to move from one place to another.
But a neighboring African nation declared war on them to capture them and sell them as slaves to European plantation owners in America.
They lost the war, they were captured and sold, princess subjects protected her and fed her throughout the trip in the Atlantic Ocean, when she reached the New World she did not walk but rode on the shoulders of her subjects.
Plantation owner was in awe of admiring the spectacle: a beautiful Ebony Goddess riding on her subjects, and he thought "they are her horses".
The language barrier prevented communication at first, but little by little they managed to understand each other and communicate with each other.
She wore a short dress, hat and boots, she was riding on her subject and white master was standing before her, he approaches and caresses her feet saying "you are amazing", she replied "I know", "you are the sovereign of all of them from Africa and this situation has not changed in this Continent", "It is my natural right to rule", "your nation was defeated by another African nation, who made you slaves, then sold you to us", "they made my subjects their slaves, but not me", "You were not born to be a slave because you were born to enslave", she smiled and he continued speaking "your subjects are not my slaves because they are your slaves, I was spying on you, your subjects adore you and kiss your feet, in addition you put your feet on them, stepping on them"," Jealous?" He looked down at her feet.
"On your knees and kiss my feet", he immediately obeyed her kissing her boots, "What will your wife and children think if they see you on your knees kissing the feet of an African princess? I forgot, your sons also kiss my feet and they are good horses", he whinnied.
"Stand up with your back to my horse, I'm going to change steed", he obeyed her.
Ebony goddess riding on her black horse commanded him to stick to the white horse, then she puts her thighs on the white horse's shoulders, black horse crouches down and she totally rides on her white horse asking "Do you like it?" he whinnied and nodded.
While she was riding on his shoulders, she commanded him "Open your mouth", he obeyed her, then he felt a cold object enter his mouth, she said "it's the bit of your bridle, I will handle you with reins like you with your equine horses, wait I'll tie your bridle to your head, your sons like the way I handle them when I ride them on and you'll like it too" then she laughs.
She rode the white master across the plantation, black peasants smiled, black horsewoman and white horse suddenly met a white horsewoman on a black horse, she was the white master's wife on a slave who was not the subject of an African princess.
"I know this bastard, it was the king of the nation who declared war on us, defeated and sold us as slaves", princess continued: "now look at the king, defeated and being ridden like a horse by a white mistress", white mistress asked "Do you want to exchange horses? so you can ride to those who hurt you and hurt your people", "I will, but now I will enjoy one of my white horses who are my property because I am the owner of them." "See you princess."
White horse was intrigued, princess commented "you did not know but now you know, your wife and daughters ride on black horses, while you and your sons are ridden by me. Long time ago we realized that you wanted to be tamed and ridden by me. Your wife and daughters ride on slaves that are not of my nation, those of my nation are ridden by me, I am their only horsewoman. I ride on my subjects, you and your sons are my subjects too"
"We ride on shoulders, we also ride on backs with our saddles crawling on all fours, or with straight legs horizontal back and poles for their front legs have the same height as their back legs. Your wife commented you carried your sons and daughters on your shoulders when they were little; now they are big, your daughters continue to ride while your sons are ridden by me. "
"My beautiful rider, I love you", "Do you love me or do you love being ridden by me?", "Both", “I know”.
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1In this way, the African princess did not lose her status, since she was sovereign in Africa, sovereign in the ship and sovereign in the American plantation, expanding the ethnic groups of her subjects, in alliance with the mistress of the plantation (wife of the owner of the plantation) and her daughters.
African princess did not wear the slave dress of Princess Leia (Return of the Jedi), but you have the right to imagine her that way, because she wore a dress, not an ankle-length dress like the others but a shorter dress to be able to ride astride, almost like a miniskirt that allowed to admire her powerful legs, wide thighs and hips, narrow waist, admirable breasts, beautiful face and hair and, above all, her wonderful skin color.
Seeing her smile was a spectacle as her beautiful white teeth contrasted with her spectacular skin color (as opposed to the plantation master's yellowish teeth).
In addition to wearing a short dress, she had another privilege: wearing boots, which were passionately kissed by her subjects, especially by the plantation master.
She rode on whichever subject she desired, and it was possible for any of them to look forward to days or weeks to be ridden by her again.
Those of her nation were her subjects, and also of other nations of Africa and other continents as the master of the plantation.
In the plantation there was a hierarchy, at the base of the pyramid were the peasants and servants, supervising them were the foremen (Africans who gained the trust of the masters and mistresses of the plantation), then the master of the plantation and his male relatives, and at the top of the pyramid the African princess and female relatives of the plantation master.
Sons and daughters of the plantation master were of legal age when the African princess came to America.
Every morning the master of the plantation appeared before the African princess wearing slave clothes, shirt, pants and hat, without shoes (his feet suffered when he stepped on the hot ground, the stones and the water), he knelt before her who (she) wore a short dress, boots and a hat, he prostrated himself and kissed her feet.
He kissed her bare feet and her booted feet.
She commanded him "Stop", he rose again in a kneeling position, she placed a saddle with stirrups on his shoulders, tied it to the body of her human horse. Then she ordered him "Open your mouth", he obeyed and she put bit with reins in his mouth, she tied the device on the head of her white slave. She finally commanded him to "Bow down", he obeyed her as she took his reins from him and rode him on his shoulders.
"Animals do not speak, horses do not speak," she said as she rode on the shoulders of her beast while he was on his knees, "Up, get up on your feet," she commanded and he obeyed.
"Today I ride on your shoulders because I want a long ride of several hours, as you can see on the wall my other horses are tied, you already know how to obey the reins, Giddy up horse!".
Human horse commanded by her rider went towards the other bridled and saddled human horses, she took the reins of the other horses who followed their rider who controlled their reins. Then they all went out to ride through the plantation.
"Today I am pleased to ride on shoulders, other days I ride on backs while my human horses crawl on all fours, the bridles are the same but the saddle is different to be placed and tied on your horizontal back, your hands and knees end up injured at the end of this ride, as the soles of your feet will be today, but it is the price you have to pay for having the privilege of being ridden by me, your African princess and mistress "
"Can you see the marks on the skin of the back of the king of the nation who made war on my nation? I made them. He told me: at the end of the war he looked for me to marry me but he did not find me and my subjects said I had died, my subjects protected me at the cost of their lives, then he sold to the people of my nation, including me without realizing I was in their midst, to the slave traders, I don't like him because I'm 20 years old old and he is about 50 or 60 years old, his true age does not interest me and neither does yours, because your young wife told me you are the same age as that unfortunate king, both of you are my horses now "
"Look how things are! The king of the victorious nation ended up being defeated and enslaved by the princess of the defeated nation, blinded by greed his subjects betrayed him and his family and sold them as slaves. He kisses my feet and boots with greater passion and submission than you "
The plantation master pretended to answer but the bite would not allow her, she noticed and said "animals and horses do not speak, only drool comes out of your mouth and no words come out of your mouth. You drool because of me with or without bite, Slimy!".
"You and my other horses are very submissive to me, I have always ridden my subjects and the subjects of other nations like you and this unfortunate king. Be careful because we are going to cross the river." They crossed the river, the horses wet their bodies up to their waists while the rider's boots got wet, they continued advancing and now the horses' heads can be seen. African princess commanded the unfortunate king to stand before her with his back to her, she put her thighs on the king's shoulders riding 2 horses at the same time, then pushed down the head of the plantation master plunging it under the water, sitting down on this head and then riding totally on the shoulders of the unfortunate king.
Human horses could not get away from the African princess because she firmly held their reins, the plantation master was sad because the African princess stopped riding him, she said "let's get into the deepest part of the river, take a deep breath because the water it will cover you completely, the former king will be my horse now because he caused suffering to me and my nation, you try to walk, go ahead! "
Human horses continued to advance and disappeared under the water, only a majestic African princess could be seen from her waist up, horse heads including the former king's head slowly appeared between the African princess's thighs.
African princess said to former king "You stopped being a king and I continue to be a princess, your princess and mistress, you are one of my horses and your destiny is in my hands."
They emerged from the water and continued the ride for a long distance, she met the plantation mistress who was riding on her stepson being accompanied by other human horses, "Nice African princess ride", "Right, young horses like your stepson and old horses like your husband and the former king, being ridden by us young female riders, with the old plantation master you married young because you are of the same generation as his children "
"Your husband was a widower with children when you married him, one of his daughters was your classmate; on the other hand, the former king had a harem of princesses from the nations defeated by his army, my subjects hid me among the other women of my nation, so I was saved "," My husband is ridden by his daughters for a long time, I rode him along with them; his first wife had fun with games. "
"Wife must ride on husband, I give you my horse so that you can ride him." Then the young wife rode on the old husband, wife told princess "You broke him in very well"
Both riders commanded to approach their horses, they said goodbye with kisses on the cheeks.
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"Princess, do you know you are no longer a slave because my husband signed your freedom letter after seeing you riding on your subjects and before you rode on him?" Asked plantation mistress, "I know this from the first moment, and my subjects also know, your husband is wise because a princess must be free even to ride on him as I am doing now ", answered princess and continued:" On the contrary, former king whom you are riding now, tried to subdue princesses but ended being sold as a slave. "
Both ladies wearing short skirt dresses riding on their slave horses, human horses were bridled and saddled, on their feet and horizontal back using walking sticks so that their front legs are the same length as their hind legs.
"Don't you bother to see me riding on your old husband like my horse? A dark-skinned lady on a white horse?", "No, not at all, besides I've been riding him for a long time. You are a princess, your nation. has a king or queen "," Yes, they fled to the mountains with part of my nation when the former king invaded us, the last I knew is they are safe "," In your nation kings, queens, princes, princesses and nobles ride on commoners "," few people do it like me, former king who you ride was a horseman, he rode on his subjects and defeated settlers ".
Female riders realized former king wanted to speak, both said in unison "horses do not speak."
At the end of the ride, unsaddled and unsaddled steeds kissed the feet of female riders, "you can speak now", "I knew the fame of a princess and I wanted to have her by my side, not to ride her because I wanted to be ridden by her", answered mistress of plantation "you acted awkwardly, because she would have ridden you in Africa being both sovereigns", princess replied "I am a free woman and I am still sovereign, he is a slave"
Horses returned to their normal duties, as a plantation peasant and as a plantation master.
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African princess dominated many years in plantation, under her power slaves and owners did not rise up, did not flee far and worked well. Everyone on the plantation kissed her feet except ladies of the owner family.
Plantation prospered because production rose, male owners and foremen worked shoulder to shoulder with peasants, under the command of an African princess and wife with daughters of the plantation master. There was no abuse and everyone was happy.
Equine horses were ridden by members of the family who owns the plantation and an African princess. Human horses were ridden by female members of the plantation-owning family and African princess, in addition to other African beauties.
Outside the plantation neighboring owners admired the progress and productivity of the plantation, so they expressed their interest in buying productive slaves, these requests were cordially rejected by the plantation owner.
When she liked it, African princess told to plantation owner she decided to take him to sleep in the stable, he on his knees kissing her feet accepted the decision of the African princess, at the end of the afternoon of this day he waited at the door of the stable, African princess approached, he knelt and kissed her feet, then on his knees he opened his mouth, she placed a bit with reins in his mouth, tied the bridle on his head and then walked into the barn being followed by the plantation master crawling on all fours,
Inside the stable she opened the door to one of the stalls, introduced the plantation master inside it, and tied reins to the ring on the stall wall, then she left the stall and he remained sleeping in it.
On the morning of the next day, the African princess went inside the stall for her horse, bathed it with buckets and withdrew waiting for her horse to dry, when she returned she had the saddle to ride him on his shoulders, on his back on all fours or on his back with poles so that the front legs were similar in length to its rear legs.
African princess rode her white horse on.
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African princess rides on her subjects forever, in her native country, on the slave ship and in America, she preserved her subjects and her Power over white master made her subjects well treated.
She was of legal age when she arrived in America, early twenties, plantation master was 55 years old, her sons were 30 and 23 years old, her daughters were 27 and 25 years old, and the plantation master's wife was 25 years old. The plantation master's wife and youngest daughter were classmates, close friends, and both are plantation master riders.
An African princess tamed the sons of the plantation master like horses rather than the old man. The late wife, daughters and current wife of a plantation master enjoy riding human horses.
Daughters of plantation master are married and live on their husbands' plantations, they visit paternal plantation to ride human horses.
The eldest sons of plantation master are owners of their own plantations, they frequently visit paternal plantation to be ridden like human horses by African princess.
Plantation master and his wife have a son.
Since the African princess arrived, the treatment of Africans improved and they worked with greater will and dedication, plantations of the plantation master and plantations of his eldest sons were more productive.
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Years passed, African princess became more gorgeous. Owners and peasants have been developing their cycles, the plantation master was in decline, his wife, his sons and daughters are at their peaks.
African princess changed the lives of many:
- Daughters of plantation master got to play by riding on their husbands and their partners allowed them to ride their male peasants on,
- Elder sons of plantation master got to play at being ridden by their wives and their spouses allowed them to be ridden by his maids and female peasants (of various ethnic groups).
The current plantation master's wife rode on her husband, her stepchildren and husbands of her stepdaughters, African princess also rides these human horses on.
While plantation master's wife visits her stepchildren with African princess, males (plantation master, his son and his son-in-law, along with privileged servants) knelt before them and kiss their feet, then they ride through plantation, master's wife plantation rode her stepson or her stepdaughter's husband and African princess rode old plantation master on rightly saddled and bridled.
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"Hello boy", he with a wide smile replied "Hello African princess"
"Congratulations, yesterday you had a birthday, you are a grown man because you are of legal age", she said.
He felt his hot face and he blushed, looked down from her to her feet and swallowed.
With her dark hand, she stroked his head, tousling it. "You can become independent from your parents and have a new life away from the plantation", she said.
"The plantation is beautiful, I don't want to leave here", he replied. "Your brothers and sisters left and now they own their plantations", she said.
She caressed her face and he took the opportunity to kiss her hands, she smiled.
"Young adult, you are no longer a child, now you can do adult things," she said. "To be able to be like my father" he replied as he knelt before her.
"True, a plantation master who treats his peasants and servants as people and not as slaves," she said. "He is not a slave master but he is a slave," he replied as he kissed her feet.
She smiled and asked "Is your father a slave? Who enslaved him?", She asked, he fell on his face and responded by passionately kissing her feet "He is your slave, you are his mistress", she he laughed and replied "Your father is your mother's property"
"Also, your father is 65 years old, he does not have the strength for heavy labor," she added. "He has the strength to be ridden by you through the plantation," he replied as he continued to kiss her brown feet.
"I am not the only rider who rides him and your stepbrothers on; because also your mother, your stepsisters and other women ride them, even you did," she replied. "I remember, my mother and stepsisters continue to ride my dad and my stepbrothers on, I stopped doing it when you arrived 10 years ago", he replied giving loud kisses to her feet.
She put her right foot on the young adult's head, then she took a few steps to stand on the boy's back.
"Tell me, what do you remember?" She asked.
"First you rode my stepbrothers on, then you rode my dad on, you were the first who put a bit of reins on their mouths, they were the first people I saw to be true horses tamed by you."
"Tell me, what did you feel?" She asked.
"I felt excited and from that moment I began to wish I was one of them to be treated like a horse by you and be ridden by you, please break me in (tame me) as an untamed colt."
She stopped standing over him, saying "your mom is my friend and you are her son."
"Please," he begged, "I'm sorry, I'll only do it if your mom approves of this."
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"Did he dare?" Asked the plantation master's wife, "Yes," replied African princess.
"It is good that he dares, in his life he must make decisions and dare to achieve his goals," continued the plantation owner's wife.
"What did you answer him?" Asked plantation master's wife, "I will only do it if you approve," replied African princess.
"If my son is happy, I am happy," said the plantation master's wife.
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First thing in the morning she was walking on the plantation. "Why do you follow me like a dog?" Asked African princess, young adult looked down and knelt before her.
"Forgive me Mistress, I confessed to my mother my desire to be your horse," he replied. "What did she say?" asked African princess, "She said: if my son is happy, I am happy", she smiled, put her hands on her hips, her right foot forward and commanded "kiss my feet", he obeyed her kissing this foot, then she put the left foot forward and he kissed this foot.
"How many years did you want to kiss my feet and be my horse?" She asked. "many years, but I couldn't," he replied kissing her dark feet, "Now you can," she sentenced.
"Have you been ridden before?", She asked, "I never was like a horse madam", he replied kissing her brunette feet, "how so?", She asked.
"My dad is a man who is ridden when my stepsisters do it, but my dad is a horse who is ridden when you do it," he replied kissing her tanned feet, "Before your stepsisters he is a human but before me he is an animal? "she asked, he nodded.
"What do you want to be before me?", She asked, "your animal", he replied kissing her dark feet.
"Stop kissing my feet and open your mouth", he obeyed, she put a bite with reins in his mouth and while tying it to his head she said "Animals do not speak, bite has several functions: it is an instrument through which I handle you and prevent you from talking. "
She walked towards the stable while he drooling followed her crawling on all fours.
They entered the stable and then a stall, she tied her horse to the hoop on the wall and left, closing the door behind her.
He felt helpless, tied to the wall and locked in the stall, but he was also turned on and touched himself.
When she returned in the afternoon, she realized what he did and said: "What is this humidity doing on the ground? You are like your father and like your stepbrothers, you are like everyone. You all jerk off." She left him again and came back in the evening.
That night she was radiant, well groomed for the occasion, freshly bathed and scented, makeup highlighted her beauty, white dress with white miniskirt, white veil on her head, white knee-high boots, everything white highlighted her brown skin
All day he did not eat or drink because of having the morsel of him in his mouth, and he was on all fours. She took the bite out of he so that he could drink water from the bucket and eat hay.
She said: "You can talk while you eat and drink", with her Mistress's permission he said: "You look like a wedding bride," he said. "Do you want to marry me?", She asked, "Yes!", He exclaimed kissing her boots. She laughed and said "You all want to marry me", she continued she: "
"I've always wanted to be your horse, I envied my dad, stepbrothers and the others because you ride them," he continued: "When you arrived, everything changed, before black people were treated roughly and they called them slaves, now they are better treated and now they don't call them slaves. Before my dad was a slave owner, now he's one of your slaves. "
He continued: "You were the first one to put a bite in my father's mouth and to place a saddle on his back and shoulders, I remember I was playing with my dad and you came commanding me: get away from my horse because it's mine, I obeyed you going down and retiring me, my dad was on all fours, you bridled him, saddled him up and rode on his back until exhaustion”.
"Come to me my horse, my wedding groom. I will groom my horse, open your mouth", he obeyed her, she placed the bit with reins and tied it to his head, then she commanded him: "on your knees ", he obeyed, she rode him on shoulders and commanded:" get up on your feet ", he obeyed, she handled him with reins and they left the stable.
It was a full moon night, outside the plantation master's wife was waiting riding on her husband, then both riders rode together.
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A short time later, the old plantation master felt bad, everyone got scared and called a doctor. After the evaluation doctor communicated news: plantation master must take care of himself, African princess whispered in his ear: "goodbye daily riding you on", he shuddered.
Plantation Master decided to make his will to distribute his assets in life, in his office he was alone with African princess and he knelt before her, "no more riding" she said, "I will never stop being your horse," he replied as he kissed her feet.
"Give me advice to decide how to distribute my goods", "Good decision, lie on your back", he obeyed, she straddled his chest and began to speak: "I have knowledge before my arrival your plantation was not productive due to mistreatment of foremen towards peasants, but with my arrival you changed your attitude and improved treatment towards Africans, improving plantation productivity. Due to increased productivity your income increased and you bought plantations for your sons and daughters, each plantation is independent and you can leave one for each son or daughter, so there will be no conflicts between your sons and daughters "
"Wise advice", he asserted, she continued speaking "In these 10 years you bought 4 plantations, you must distribute them to your older sons and daughters and this plantation must be left to your youngest son".
"I like to see you riding astride my chest, you are amazing, I will distribute my properties like this and prevent my sons and daughters from being clumsy and can sell my properties to distribute money"
Shortly after the plantation master signed his will and distributed his assets among his sons and daughters, they all accepted his decision. The youngest son of the old plantation owner became the new plantation owner.
"Congratulations new plantation master", said African princess, he knelt before her and kissed her feet.
"African princess, you are the mistress and owner of the master of this plantation," he accepted. "I know," she said.
"I shared the old plantation master with his wife, you have no wife and I will not share you with anyone until you are married," she said. "Marry me," he beeseched.
She laughed out loud, "I am 10 years older than you", "My father is 35 years older than you", "He is my human horse, he is not my husband", "You are single and I am single, nothing can prevent us from getting married "," Let me think about it, my horse "
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The new young plantation master continued the administration of the former plantation master, his main advisers being his mother, father and African princess.
Production and profits continued to increase, thanks to the treatment of servants and peasants.
African princess bridled and saddled the plantation master and former plantation master, she rode on plantation master holding the reins of former plantation master, who followed them.
Halfway through the plantation she withdrew the plantation master's bite and reins saying "let's talk while the former plantation master listens."
"Look at the prosperity of the plantation, it is thanks to the work of African servants and peasants and from other continents, you must take care of them and respect them, you must not treat them as other plantation owners do, you must follow the example of your father. Since I arrived your father changed attitude, servants and peasants are happy and none of them tried to run away "
"Thank you very much for coming into our lives, you brought us prosperity and I am very happy to be your human horse."
She riding him on, commanded "open your mouth", he obeyed and she placed a bite with reins in the mouth of her animal, tied the bridle on his head and continued to handle her mount with the reins
"For his health your father must walk while I ride you, he is regaining his strength and could soon be ridden again"
On that occasion, she wore a white dress with a white miniskirt, a white wide-brimmed hat and white boots, her riding attire made a beautiful combination with her skin color.
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