Ultimate shoulder rides

Excellent! Thank you very much Max.

Young Jule is now riding on his shoulders, while the burly Ivan is serving as her mount.

I wouldn't be surprised if Ivan had previously been someone else's mount, maybe he was Jule's mom's mount (it's just my imagination, but the owner of this story is Max).

(one of the meanings of a mount in my language is: animal on which he/she rides)


little horse / caballito

Last edited by caballito (2024-07-01 04:16:36)

Excellent story, thank you so much Max, every time I get excited every time I see you post new stories, and each of your characters are very different, and I really like Ivan because he likes to be ridden, I can't wait to see how this story develops! Is Ivan also handsome? whats his hair color? height and weight? muscular? his skin color?

I hope Jule is not the only one to ride such a good horse, he should be fully utilized.

You have said Ivan is strong, but how much time could he carry Jule? Will she unmount once she get to the destination or she will continue riding him to do her errands?

What does Ivan wear?

Part 2

That was a different story, no comparison to what she had "to endure" before. High-spirited and in a good mood, she let her feet dangle next to his body, humming a little song to herself every now and then. With a quick swing, she lifted her feet from her position as a rider and took off her light sandals, then threw them backwards into the carriage. She didn't need the shoes for now. This strong guy would undoubtedly carry her to town, even if she wasn't even halfway there. In any case, she had no intention of getting off him again before she reached her destination.

Now her bare feet kept dangling through Ivan's field of vision. He kept moving his head and probably followed her movements. He seemed to like that, because he kept humming something along to her little songs. Then Jule conducted with her bare feet, setting the rhythm. She noticed how spellbound, even downright fascinated, the servant kept staring at her feet. He was probably trying to make it seem like it was just "accidental" and often touched her toes with his hands. Since this happened quite often, Jule was now pretty sure that it was no longer a coincidence: he really liked these touches. This meant he could see her feet up close and could also touch them from time to time. This didn't bother Jule if he enjoyed it. In the last few minutes she had felt more like a queen who was being carried by her servants. It was a good fit, almost perfect, if this stupid guy also had a soft spot for her bare feet.

Jule now put her feet on the shaft, within easy sight of her new foot lover, and didn't pull away when he ran his hands over them, always wiggling her toes a little, which he seemed to particularly like. Even when he took a short break, leaned forward a little and brushed his lips along the side of her skin. It was supposed to be a somewhat unsuccessful kiss, then she turned her foot a little so that he could get closer when he tried again. She liked how submissive Ivan was towards her. Rewarding him like that for his riding service was probably a pretty simple thing... so why not!

It didn't take long before Jule discovered that she could motivate him to try harder when pulling the cart with her bare feet and playful movements of her toes. He was suddenly able to run faster, even when he felt it was time for a little break. Then he slowed down a little, his breathing became louder. She only had to show her little toe play in front of his eyes, then she gave him a few kicks in the sides and flanks: "Hop, hop, hop!" All of that was enough to motivate him again.

Jule already felt like a real rider, Iwan was becoming more and more her "horse". Maybe he even felt like that already. She would have loved to give him a riding whip, just to see what she could get out of this powerhouse. Her small, gentle "kicks" had already motivated Iwan, but what if she had given him these kicks with riding boots, with spurs on his heels, maybe with really mean ones that would really prick them?

It was now clear to Jule: she could control this dumb guy quite easily. If she did it a bit cleverly, he would obey her every word. She wanted to ride him properly later, because he was strong enough to carry her. She immediately thought of her old pony saddle, which was still hanging on the wall in the stable, it should actually fit him pretty well. She also had a bridle with a real bite, stirrups of course, and Jule would also be able to find riding boots in her size.

Then the moment finally came: she had a two-legged riding horse called "Ivan"; she didn't even need to break him in, she was already doing that! It was certainly an unusual name for a horse, but that didn't matter. Ivan would let her do anything to him anyway, and his reward, which he would certainly accept gratefully and humbly: a long kiss on her beautiful little feet. That would be enough for him, would be favor enough for him.
Max

Hi Max, thank you again for such a well written sophisticated and extremely intriguing story, it is so exciting and arousing, what does Jule feel when she sat? is that a meaty muscular shoulder? does it feel better than sitting on a normal or skinny horse? Does she some time squeezes tight her thighs in order to be more firm up there?

I know Jule will add saddle for Ivan, could you please write another story in future for barebacked shoulder ride only? that is most sexy for me!

Part 4

Now Jule let her thoughts wander further. She was convinced that her parents did not use this strange farmhand as much as was actually possible with such a strong man. Or perhaps they simply lacked the imagination to imagine it. When their fields needed to be ploughed, for example, they always borrowed an ox from the neighbor, and of course paid for it. The question was: did that really have to be done? Jule was convinced that this was not necessary, but a complete waste of money. They did not need to borrow an ox for such heavy work. They could just as easily have Ivan harnessed to the plough and let him pull the furrows.

Her parents were not the only ones who borrowed an ox for field work. There were several other, smaller farms that did not have their own ox and borrowed one from the neighborhood on a daily basis. Then an idea occurred to her, and she had to smile: perhaps Ivan could even be hired out as a "two-legged ox" for such work later on, for example on other smaller farms. Of course, this would only be possible for a fee, and it would also be a bit cheaper than with a four-legged ox. It was still quite far-fetched at the time, but not unthinkable.

Why had no one come up with this simple idea before? The beefy guy could easily replace a draft animal in any case. A good whip would of course be needed. She would certainly even enjoy helping her parents with the ploughing with Ivan. If they thought about it further, there would certainly be other jobs he could be used for.

Of course, the parents could also ride Ivan if they wanted to. Her mother in particular had often ridden her ox in the past when she had to walk a little further. Now she could ride Ivan, even if he probably wouldn't be particularly enthusiastic about it, but that didn't matter. Maybe even his father would be interested in riding Ivan.

Of course, none of this would be possible without treating Ivan strictly, the whip would have to help, that was clear, because he would certainly not enjoy all of these new tasks. But there was no reason not to try all of this, it was not necessary to ask him beforehand. He simply had to do what Jule asked of him. Ivan had practically forced himself on her to be her slave. Now his wish had come true, now he was her slave and would of course be treated as such.

The more she thought about it, the more convinced Jule became that she could get more out of Ivan. In any case, she would suggest trying it with him. She herself wanted to take over, certainly to her parents' delight, and test this two-legged ox in front of the plough with the new driving whip. Jule smiled to herself: she would really like that. Of course she would also ride this stallion, that was an added bonus, until the sweat ran down his skin.

She had already noticed differences to the other young riders in her riding course a few years ago: for Jule, the horse was not a "friend" that you hugged, some even kissed their four-legged friends. Like the other course participants, she liked sitting in the saddle, she liked being carried and being able to feel how much the horse had to exert herself. That's why she preferred to take part in the courses in the late afternoon when the horse was already a bit tired. The students had whips, but were instructed to only show them to the four-legged friend when it was acting up. But Jule didn't always leave it at that, she was also happy that the animal was obedient again when she hit it on the bottom, even if she was then reprimanded by the riding instructor.

She had only ridden "two-legged horses" as a child, of course it was her parents, usually her father. She had also given it kicks, just like a rider, playfully of course, and the prompt reaction was also playful. Her father always behaved as if he had been given the spurs by his rider, who was laughing happily. At some point, of course, the riding course ended, and she hadn't sat on her father's shoulders either. So, after such a long time, she was all the more excited to ride Ivan, a strong two-legged stallion, just like she had done before.

She didn't have to be particularly considerate with the boy, after all, he was only a servant and she was convinced that he was pretty much in love with her. So there was something special about taking advantage of this. Just showing the whip and then leaving it unused was by no means necessary. She would burn the leather cord into his fur often enough, and hard!

But first she would make it clear to him that he could enjoy her feet, even take pleasure in them, but that didn't mean that he could expect leniency. But Ivan had seen the driver's whip, even loaded it onto the single-axle tractor. It was immediately obvious that this whip could only be for him, even for a guy like him who wasn't the brightest in the head.
END

Max

what i wanted to say is we hope you would write more stories in the future, maybe barebacked pony ride could be one option, as skin contact is very sexy

Great interlude, Max ! Reminds us that there are only two ways to keep slaves in slavery : Fear or Love ! Fear of a slavist law, fear of the cruel whip   .... Or Love of a Goddess, her body Her feet ... And a cruel abstinence to keep the slave tightly chained in  his wiodest fantasies

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