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She turned off the camera and continued to drive him with reins, whip and spurs.
When we had left the grounds of the riding school, Jule steered me gently through the wide wooden gate and then to the left along a narrow path into open terrain. For the first few meters I thought I could still hear engine noises in the distance, but after a few minutes it was only my own footsteps that I noticed. A light, lukewarm wind was blowing, but it wasn't unpleasant.
Jule was now sitting quite calmly on my shoulder, she had pushed the riding crop into her boot leg and I didn't notice very much of the spurs either. She must have been a bit careless, because occasionally the spherically ground tips scraped along my rib cage and caused a very unpleasant pain. I knew this was unintentional, perhaps a cross between carelessness and indifference. I decided to grit my teeth and shut up, though. I moved at a quick pace, this seemed to be enough for her in terms of speed!
She didn't say a word to me, probably not to punish me with contempt, no, I noticed how she kept turning her buttocks in the saddle and obviously looked at the area closely and with interest. I was sure that she thought so Shoulders very much, she obviously liked to ride me, although I'm no longer a young stallion! Jule had just turned 18 and was in full bloom! Nevertheless, one can imagine that after a good half hour she slowly got heavier and heavier, because even a rider, a goddess, has her weight! But I kept gritting my teeth and trotted as required. But I was sure that my rider had noticed how difficult it was to carry her on my shoulders.
To my chagrin, it was still going in the same direction and we had to go the way back! She made no move to turn me with a definite pull of the reins! I struggled with myself for quite a while, then I slowed down and gathered all my courage and... stopped. My amazon took the snaffle bit out of my mouth: "Please Jule, I'm finished, I can't go on, please... you're just...!"
"Nah, don't you feel like carrying me anymore? Then I just want to suggest that you try a little harder and we'll solve the problem quickly! But sorry, I interrupted you! What am I?" easy"? I'm just too... come on, tell me, you've got me really curious! But think carefully about what you're about to say, I'd just advise you, think it through very carefully!"
"Jule, I'm not a young man anymore! I've been carrying you on my shoulders for a whole hour now, I'm running out of strength, I just can't keep walking, please! I'm really trying, but it's easy ..."
"Interesting! I haven't even ridden you really sharply yet, nor pushed you further, you rarely got my whip, no spurs, we didn't gallop, and yet you complain to me! OK! I take note of it! What do you think I should do now to protect the gentleman riding slave? Would he perhaps like a litter? Would he like to be carried himself?"
"Oh man! Everything hurts, legs, back, shoulders... I just wanted to ask you for a few minutes..."
"I hope for you that you didn't want to suggest to me to dismount !!! ... and then possibly to walk next to you! A rider who walks next to her horse to protect the poor, tired little horse, just don't Do you think I'm making a fool of myself here? Whether you're 20 ... 40 ... or 60 years , I don't care at all when riding, I just don't care. You're just my slave, my riding slave! What a riding slave is for I don't think I need to explain that to you! What else you're stammering about, you're supposedly "at the end", powerless, and a lot more! From now on, please spare me this useless chatter!"
Jule had quickly talked himself into a rage, although I hadn't actually done or wanted anything bad! She must have been around 100 pounds and I had carried that weight on my shoulders for almost an hour without a murmur! So it wasn't unusual when I was quite exhausted and, indeed!, wanted to ask her to get off me for a few minutes! But that was probably out of the question for Jule, so I trotted on! Every step was agony for me, but what else should I do? It was still going in the same direction, I really gave all the strength I had in my body!
Only 1 hour the old stallion already tired, what about those strong young stallions? What is the maximum longest time the strongest fittest horse can carry?
It's like in real life: it's all a matter of motivation! You'll see that Jule has a few tricks up her sleeve to make the "old goat" fresh again! This little witch already knows how to do it... a little patience please!
Then, after maybe another 10 minutes, it didn't work anymore, I stopped again: "It doesn't work anymore ... I ... I ..." I stammered helplessly with a pleading voice! "Oh no, is it that bad? Well, then let's see if we can't freshen you up a little!" Jule grabbed the reins and pulled my head back, the bridle tightened and was now very deep in the corners of my mouth. I noticed how quickly tension built up in my rider's body. I clearly heard a "hiss", this had to be the sound "leather on leather": she had obviously pulled her riding crop out of the boot shaft. In the corner of my eye, I saw immediately that she was now holding the crop in her right hand, ready to strike ... but then I suddenly got the spurs violently! Anyone who has never been ridden and got spurs cannot imagine the cruel effect of these instruments of torture! You simply have to experience it yourself: the pain in the flanks is simply unbelievable!
Jule rammed her boot heels into my side at the same time on the right and left below the rib cage! A pain that I didn't know from her before, but which rushed through my whole body like a bolt of lightning. Without even being able to think a single clear thought, I immediately started running. Then I got the spurs again, then again! It was just cruel! Then I felt the whip on my skin, once, twice, three times. I just kept running, terrified, doing everything I could to avoid this excruciating pain! Jule probably had fun with the way I reacted, because almost at the same time I heard loud, mocking laughter, my young rider was probably enthusiastic about the effect! I kept running, just kept running, just not feeling the spurs again, not feeling that terrible whip anymore! Long, cruel minutes passed.
"You see! If you get some pepper blown up your ass, you can run like a young deer again! You keep telling me how "broken" you are, at the "end of your strength"! Then you get a tickle with the spurs on your ribs, I strokes you with the riding crop, and then my old, tired horse immediately gallops like a young stallion again! So please don't tell me such nonsense in the future! It only annoys me and then I get really angry with you!"
Jule let me run on, the terrible fear of her spurs drove me on and on! Now I also noticed how she energetically steered me with the reins for the first time and thus gave me the direction. I had long since lost all orientation, no longer knew where we were, I obeyed, only guided myself by what my cruel rider told me to do with the reins.
After a few minutes, Jule slowed down a bit and led me into a "relaxed" trot walk. My amazon wore black boots made of fine leather that ended slightly above the knee, they were wonderful boots, although they were certainly not classic riding boots! Both boot shafts were only a few centimeters away from my nose and when it became a little quieter and I could breathe deeply through my nose, I recognized their wonderful, fresh scent again...
When my "unhappiness" began and I massaged and creamed her feet for the first time, I always liked to drag my index fingers through the spaces between her toes and then smell them as inconspicuously as possible. Jule had always attached great importance to personal hygiene, showered extensively every day, but that delicious scent between her toes was always somehow there and simply unique: it always smelled wonderful! I could have kissed and smelled a thousand feet, this incomparable scent was simply unique, I would remember it forever!
Despite my exhaustion, I could now enjoy an increase in this delicacy from her boots, because a fine leather scent overlaid this delicacy! Surely she was wearing thin wool stockings today, freshly put on in the morning, then came her riding boots, the smell from them, an indescribable combination, developed after riding almost two hours on my shoulders! This made me mad, intoxicated me formally! Her boots were not quite tight on her calf, right in front of my nose and I couldn't avoid it, had to breathe deeply again and again, I was close to madness!
Jule didn't talk to me again, but it kept going, I didn't know where we were anymore! In the meantime, however, I had the feeling that she had changed direction and that it wasn't going directly, but probably via a different route towards the riding stables, but I wasn't sure! In the meantime, my rider had put her riding crop back in her boots, but she was still holding my reins fairly tightly, and I clearly felt a very uncomfortable pressure on the corners of my mouth.
( Part 2 )
Thank you for the story, imagining riding on a docile but strong old slave horse like him, does he even have a name? Is he muscular? is he shirtless? My experience with Pl593 was about 9 minutes the longest ride, I can not imagine to be able to ride for 2 hours, what does he feel after 2 hours? his neck and shoulders after pressed under Jule's ass and thighs, did he sweat? die she squeeze his neck? did he secretly hoping for the next ride and whipping? how often is he ridden? how many hours per day and how many days a year? sorry for so many questions, I got so excited reading your WONDERFUL stories! Is there any real experience or they are just your imagination?
Of course, these are a lot of questions, dear luckone, but I would like to answer them!
First the most important thing: of course this story is true, letter for letter!
Each two-legged horse also has a name, but Jule never calls him that, she either uses a pet name or just calls him "slave"! This is the easiest for her.
He's a strong man, not in quite the shape he used to be, but still very well built. He is 188 cm tall and weighs 100 Kilo.
He is shirtless and undressed except for a pair of track pants and good running shoes. Jule thinks that's so good, because then the spurs work better and the riding crop sounds much nicer on bare skin! She just loves that sound!
Jule is a divine rider, a dream! But of course also a goddess has her weight too! It is therefore very exhausting to be ridden by her.
The riding slave sweats of course! In the face it doesn't bother so much when she is sitting in the saddle, but the sweat on the scalp runs down the neck and then to the back. Sometimes Jule wipes the moisture off with her hand, but of course she knows that horses do sweat, especially when they are ridden hard.
When the slave has a firm, sure stride, she doesn't squeeze his neck very often, only when the Amazon feels she needs to give him guidance she takes his neck between her thighs and squeezes hard.
Even if Jule is not always particularly friendly to her riding slave, this woman fascinates him and he likes being ridden by her! That he can still experience something like this at his age fills him with joy. Sometimes he's allowed to watch how she prepares for the ride, how she puts on her boots, puts on her spurs and then finally grabs her whip.
Anyone who is ridden so hard naturally also needs time to regenerate in order to regain their strength. Jule has a good feeling for it, watches him closely, rides him often and enjoys it. But she is very spirited, energetic and likes to be sporty. She than pays very little attention to her horse: it just has to work so that she has fun ... and she wants to have fun with her riding slave!
You can't say exactly how many hours that is per day, per week or even month, it also depends on your mood. If she's in a bad mood, if she's angry about something, then her riding slave gets to feel it, then she really lets it rip! After that, her mood is often good again.
I hope that I have answered your questions and that you can imagine things better!
but ... there is still more to come!
Of course I was even more exhausted after this interlude, I didn't know why my legs were still moving at all, I hadn't collapsed long ago. I noticed that I was slowly getting dizzy from exhaustion, it couldn't go on like this forever! Jule had to be aware of how strong my situation was! I moved more slowly, I just couldn't do anything about it, then even more slowly...I almost stopped in place: "...Jule...Jule...I...Jule I can't...I..."
"I guess you can't do it again! You're totally exhausted, at the end of your strength, I'm too heavy for you, you gave everything and now, you can't...REALLY...can't anymore! Is it true? Am I right guessed? Yes? You can tell: I'm a clairvoyant!"
"I can't take it anymore! I'm about to collapse, my legs...Jule!...please!...I don't have any strength anymore...please!"
"I know my little horse: you're a bit tired now, don't worry, that's quite normal! But I would strongly advise against collapsing, because then I'll get really angry with you, I'm pretty humorless! So pull yourself together, kindly!"... while doing so, she yanked on the reins again to give her words the appropriate emphasis. "But I'm not a monster, so move at a walk, but woe to you stop! I noticed that you always like to sniff my boots with the tip of your nose! Surely very pleasant scents rise up there! Fresh, deliciously smelling foot sweat rises up there, originally produced by my divine feet, just for you! That's what you're into so much, it should be like doping for you! Taking a real noseful, sucking it in slowly and with relish, gives fresh strength and new energy for a connoisseur like you! Actually, I should put a breathing mask on you and push the tube into my boots, down to the foot, where all the delicious sweat is freshly produced! Then every single breath comes from the depths of my riding boots! That would be a very nice dream, wouldn't it?"
I didn't say anything, but once again it was exactly as Jule, that sweet witch, described it! I longed for her feet again, really trying to take in all of her wonderful emanations through deep inhalations. I would have loved to crawl into her boots, envied the leather of her riding boots, envied the wool of her stockings! Now if a fairy had spoken to me, I would not have needed three wishes: I wanted to be a tiny one, slip into her boots, slowly, through a cloud of foot scent, crawl deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper to her heel, crawl further under the sole of her foot to the toes! I would settle down there and stay there for the rest of my life! It was what I wanted so badly at that moment!
Then something completely unexpected happened! Jule grabbed her right boot, pulled down the zipper with a swing and slipped it off. Then she did the same with the left boot. All of this had lasted no more than maybe a minute. Somehow the riding boots were connected to each other and then my rider hung her boots around my neck from behind. I looked down a bit puzzled and saw that she was now standing with her stockings in her stirrups! But she didn't say a word at first, just sat relaxed in the saddle again and slowly let me trot on.
The boots were now dangling right in front of my nose, whether I wanted to or not, I had to suck my breath almost directly out of their boots ... now the smell wasn't quite so pleasant anymore, it smelled very intensely, but I couldn't turn away: the Boots stayed where they were! Jule must have been sweating a lot, because I could also see light, round sweat stains on her stockings between her toes.
She had thin, white frilly stockings on her feet that reached just above the ankle. Then came a light blue ribbon, and above it ruffles that reached down to the lower calf. I knew that she had very beautiful feet, but in combination with these magical stockings, with which she was now standing in the stirrups, this sight was a real treat! Then she stretched her right leg straight forward so that I could see all the splendor very clearly. "Those stockings look really cute, don't they?" I could even see under the thin fabric that she had painted her nails, it was a rich, warm red, maybe pink. I couldn't take my eyes off it, I was so fascinated by what I saw!
( Part 3 )
Hi Max, this is so incredibly sexy, what I really liked about your story is the details you seem so casually mentioned, it seems these details are barely worth mentioning, but they are the essence of the story here, for example the mistress "hanging the shoes on the slave neck", you can't do this to a man in real life as it can be demeaning, but here she can and did! You have established clearly their places here “the mistress and the slave”, superior and inferior , and when she hung shoes on the slave she met with zero objection, it seems so normal for them but it is colossally sexy, thank you Max!!!! We need more!
Please describe more about the slave too, I wish he is a handsome well built (not fat or bald) strong muscled slave
"If you make an effort and quickly freshen up my boots, suck out all that bad smell, then maybe I'll give you my two cute stockings tonight, then you can play with them all night! Wouldn't that be a nice thing? Then you can poke your nose in there and sniff it for as long as you want! But as I said, you have to keep trotting and, above all, freshen up my boots with your breath so that I can slip into them again!”
I can't explain it, my strength was really almost at the end, but this wonderful view, this gift that Jule had offered me, gave me really inexplicable new strength! I just wanted these wet stockings! I knew that she would keep her word, because she wasn't one to lie to a slave about such things! So I trotted on, gave my best, a few sweaty minutes passed.
"Do you actually have that kind of pressure on your bladder, slave? I really need to go!" With a violent pull of the reins, she brought me to a halt. I squatted almost powerless and my mistress got up from the shoulder saddle. I almost had the impression that at that moment, yes, as if she were talking to me like a good friend! I immediately answered: "Good idea, I really need to go behind a tree, everything is pressing pretty hard on me!"
Jule didn't say a word at first, then she looked at me briefly, turned away again, then took my reins and walked a few meters with me in tow. She turned around again and leaned her back against a tree. She had spread her legs a little, the boots were maybe half a meter apart. I saw that her breeches had a subtle zipper just between her legs. She reached there with her right hand, slowly opened the clasp a little, said calmly: "If you want to go anyway, you can take mine with you right away! You know that girls always have a little trouble, like in the great outdoors, you know what I mean!"
It took me a few seconds to really understand what she had just said to me in a casual tone, 'If you want to go anyway...'! She couldn't be serious! I probably looked at her like a complete idiot..."Didn't you understand me? You look so strange! I'd like to slowly repeat what I just said to you! You expressed the desire to pee and I asked you to take my urine with you right away, as I also have this urgent need! We don't both have to run and search until we find a suitable place. It's enough if one of us gets up here the way, right?"
"Mistress, please ... I'll do everything for you ... but I can't ... how should I ...."
"I don't like it when people stammer and don't know what to say or not to say! So you're asking yourself a valid question about how to transport my urine, right? See, I knew it! That's a valid one Question! We don't have a chamber pot, because I don't see one here! Maybe other vessels? We don't have either! Then there aren't very many options left! How can you solve your task now? Do you have a good idea? You should absorb and transport about half a liter of liquid, about 100 or maybe 2 or 300 meters away! Think about it! Do I really have to tell you the only answer, like in school? Or maybe you can figure it out yourself if you try hard think about it?"
Suddenly everything was clear to me, I knew what my merciless mistress meant, there was really only one possibility! I knelt down and waited ! With a "whoosh!" she had now fully unzipped her breeches. I could look directly at her bare lap, at the well-groomed, short pubic hair, then she looked me straight in the eye: "It's not bad urine that has accumulated on me throughout the night! It's fresh, smells pleasant and I'm sure you'll taste good too!Now listen to me carefully, what I expect is very simple: you open your mouth wide, enclose my lap and start sucking lightly, very lightly, then a little harder.I relax then and you just keep sucking, gulping it all down until the warm source slowly dries up. I don't want anything to go wrong, I'd get seriously angry with you!"
( Part 4 )
I was desperate! This humiliation, which Jule calmly told me, meant nothing other than that she actually wanted to pee in my mouth! Even if it wasn't actually the foul-smelling morning urine of an "old" woman that I had to swallow, but that of a young lady, but ... ! It was pointless for me to brood over it for a long time, even refusing here: my mistress, this wonderful, this divine woman, would prevail one way or the other! I still hesitated a bit, even though I knew I would follow her instructions. I already had beads of sweat on my forehead from desperation, my hands were sweaty, none of this could be true...
Jule had leaned back a little, made a movement with his index finger that I now had to come even closer and I slipped on my knees a bit, then even closer. I bent my mouth towards her crotch and then sucked very lightly as she commanded me. Now she kicked me, very lightly, with a lot of feeling, with her right foot in the testicles, again and again, without hurting me seriously. At that moment I sensed how her foot with this enchanting stocking kept pressing against my testicles, almost gently stroking me. Sure: soon it got very restless between my legs! I now sucked full of greed and inner passion, longing for the moment when my mistress relaxed her abdomen and her urine flowed!
Then it was time! First came a few drops, then a fine trickle, then a large amount of her urine flowed into my mouth! I didn't have to choke, didn't even have to force myself or even push myself, a warm delicacy automatically ran into my mouth! It was simply incomparable and I wished that this source would never dry up! This fine, wonderful taste! I will remember him for a lifetime!
When the flow threatened to run out, I sucked a little harder, then harder, to be able to enjoy every last delicious drop! It was like an intoxication of all the senses, which unfortunately came to an abrupt end, because Jule had me with an "AU! Stop!" and a strong, very painful kick in the testicles made it unmistakably clear that it was over and that she had emptied herself completely! I looked at her anxiously, hoping I hadn't hurt her with my overflowing passion, but then I saw her smile again. Then she even stroked my neck for a moment, "Good slave, you did a great job! You've earned my stockings, I'll give them to you!" I heard my mistress say appreciatively! "Now you may look for a nice tree too!"
I got up, still a bit confused by what had happened in the last few minutes. I turned around, then, amidst loud laughter, received a terrible whiplash! Then I ran, startled, as if bitten by a tarantula, searched and found a tall, free-standing birch tree within sight. Jule must have held her riding crop in her hand the whole time, perhaps even expecting that I wouldn't fully comply with her order. No doubt: the slightest refusal would have prompted her to beat me like a lousy street dog! I was glad to have followed my instincts here, especially since in retrospect it was anything but torture!
So then I stood at my pee tree, my bladder was of course full to bursting. It was a wonderful feeling when my urine flowed, the pressure in my body slowly eased... it came automatically to my face... to a relaxed... smile!
The End ( thank you! )
Hi Max, thank you for the story, I love it so much, I love how she has such strong faith in his strength and has proven to be right, and he is so blessed to be able to have her as his rider to let him find out how much potential there is! We can’t wait for a new story. Do you want some suggestions from us about what to write?
I'm glad if you like my story!
No thanks, I think I'll come up with something else! I'm currently on a "creative break" and am also excited for the continuation of the ongoing story by viennapony! I suspect something will come in the next few days...
Caballito spoke in one sentence of "mares" in his new story! These are probably ridden by women, although he didn't go into detail about it.
A man rides with him on a sturdy stallion ... also unfortunately only a short impulse.
In the story of viennapony, a man rides a stallion ... these are all very interesting developments!