Ultimate shoulder rides

The parade (1)

The parade for the town's anniversary was prepared in advance, the head lady of institutional image was supported by all those who work in the municipal building.

1 head lady of institutional image, 3 head ladies, 6 secretary ladies will participate in the parade.

Each lady wears a riding outfit consisting of a white crop top which highlights her figure, her generous breasts and wonderful waist (in Spanish "wasp waist", and in English hourglass shape); the top is complemented by an elegant brown hat and a small brown jacket; in addition she wears her beige jodhpurs which highlight her well-formed ass, her wide hips and her wonderful thick thighs, offering a touch of sophistication and comfort, this riding attire highlights the lady's heart-stopping curves.

The riding attire also has brown leather gloves and boots, her gloves are short, reaching just past her wrists, with them the lady grabs the riding whip and the reins; And her boots are high heeled and up to her knees, her soles make a sound when she walks and her spurs are jingling, when she walks you can hear her footsteps and the jingling of her spurs.

With the lady riders these men will parade: the mayor, the priest, the director of the primary school, the director of the secondary school, the director of the higher institute, the head of the police station, the head of the health post, 1 guest mayor and 2 managers, they dressed in white shirts, brown jackets and ties, beige pants and brown shoes.

Let's talk about the wonderful waists, not all the ladies have a 60 cm. (23.6 inch) waist, there are those who have more than that measurement but they have the curves of their breasts, waist, ass, hips and thighs, they are curvy. These ladies are heavier than the thin ladies but feeling their weight on top of you is a pleasure of the gods. The lady bosses and several lady secretaries are curvy, their curves make them imposing and dominant women.

The lady boss of institutional image leaves everything in order in the 10 blocks of the parade and entrusts order to the municipal guards, she returns to the municipality, her footsteps and spurs are loud and neighing can be heard as she passes (men neigh because of her).

She finds the 10 men in line who will parade with the ladies, men are kneeling, as she passes they kiss her boots, each of the other ladies passed before these men who kissed her boots.

Each lady rider stands up in front of her horse who kisses her boots, the mayor passionately kisses the boots of a secretary who is not thin-waisted but has impressive breasts, ass, hips and thighs, "I am your animal" the mayor said while kissing his rider's boots.

The rest of the men are veteran horses who kiss their rider's boots, the priest is present because he respects and complies with the customs of the town.

Each lady saddles, bridles and blindfolds her horse, she grabs the reins and walks off followed by her horse, in the street you can hear whistles and neighs as the ladies pass by.
- He was elected mayor to be able to be a horse ridden by a Goddess! One shouted.
- The school directors, the institute, the managers of the municipality, the chief of police and the health post and the priest too! Another seconded.
- They are envious! Someone shouted.
- These ladies are spectacular riders! They lead their blinded horses! An admirer affirmed.

Silence took over the streets where the ladies passed, each horse walked blindly following its rider. Thus the footsteps and spurs of the ladies could be heard.

The ladies walked imposingly, swaying their hips, on both sides of their path were men kneeling who, as the Goddesses passed, prostrated themselves on their knees, elbows and foreheads pressed to the ground offering their skulls to be stepped on. The lady majestically walked stepping on the heads offered to her to be stepped on by her.

Upon reaching the assigned place, the ladies stood in order, each lady's horse was one step behind and one step to the right of his rider.

Brown hat, white top, brown jacket, brown leather gloves, beige jodhpurs and high-heeled brown leather knee-high boots wearing spurs.

Men crawled like worms before them to kiss her boot, the ladies chatted and laughed without paying attention to the worms who kissed her boot.
- The mayor chose you because you are the most powerful; that is, the one with the best breasts, ass and thighs.
- Each of us has her qualities.
- The priest is calm.
- He respects and carries out the customs of the town.
- The school principals and the director of the high school?
- They are used to being ridden by lady teachers, mothers and lady students.
- The head of the health post is a lady's horse (nurse, obstetrician, dentist, patient, patient's relative, etc.).
- The head of the police post is a horse for policewomen and the village's ladies.
- The mayor of the neighbouring village came exclusively to be ridden by us.
- Our managers are well-known horses.

The parade (3)

Hearing Shirley's whiplash, the mayor neighed loudly and started to march. She had blinded him using a blindfold and because of this he could not see anything, having to blindly obey the orders of his rider Shirley. No one saw the mayor and everyone admired Shirley's majesty and bearing.

When she pulls the reins it means he should slow down or stop if he is at a minimum speed.
Two spurs from Shirley to both of his thighs means he should start moving forward if he is stopped or increase speed if he is already moving.
The street is straight, the parade is in a straight line, so when Shirley pulls the right rein it means to turn a little to the right, when

she pulls the left rein it means to turn a little to the left.

While he was being ridden by Shirley, he remembered how he met her. ---

It was the contest for secretary, she was one of the candidates who had to be interviewed in person.

On the bus he was sitting on the window side and she stood in front of the seat checking the number "this is the seat" she exclaimed. He admired her, extraordinarily beautiful, long hair, white crop top, black shorts, minishorts would be the best description, and high heeled white boots up to the knees, she turned her torso and said "Peter and Paul, did you find your seats and the children's seats?", "Yes, you are in the best seat", "Thank you". He was captivated by her imposing beauty.
- Miss, good morning.
- Good morning, excuse me for not having greeted you but I am nervous.
- What happened?
- Today is the interview for the position of secretary at the municipality.
- Please sit down, that's what the seats are for.
- To sit on them, they are not the only objects I sit on.
- Where else do you sit on?
- Tables, beds, men, hahaha, sorry, I told you I'm nervous.
- Who are Peter and Paul?
- They're my hus... my hush puppies.
- This is a breed of dog.
- I treat them with love and take care of them like my pets.
- And the children?
- They're Peter's children.
- Are you ready for the interview?
- Yes, although they told me that I have to walk for 2 to 3 hours.
- A lady like you shouldn't walk, otherwise she deserves to ride.
- Are there horses at the terminal?
- For you, plenty. For them, there aren't any.
- But, a horse is a horse.
- You'll see. What's your name?
- My name is Shirley.
- Mine is John.

The bus stopped at the bus stop. "See you later, Mr. John, nice to meet you." "Miss Shirley, the pleasure is mine."
He was slow to get off the bus, and when he did, he found Shirley standing with Peter, Paul and two children around the luggage.

He admired Shirley from behind, and she, without leaving the ground on which she was standing, turned her torso and smiled.
- Mr. John, where can I get horses?
- Have you seen anyone riding?
- Yes, ladies and young ladies riding bridled and saddled men, who before being ridden kissed their boots, dominating them with the reins, riding whip and stirrups.
- These are the horses I told you about.
- Men?
- Yes, here men are women's horses.
- Come, come closer.

He obeyed her, the high heels of her boots were 13 cm. (5"), so she was 183 cm. (6 feet), while he was 157 cm. (5'2"), the height difference was now 26 cm. (10"), he came up to her neck. "Stand in front of me." He obeyed her.
- It seems everyone is gone and I only have you as a horse.

He knelt before her and kissed her boots.
- I am your horse. In the craft store they sell everything to equip your horses Peter and Paul.
- And the children?
- There are also for children, they can be ridden by girls.
- Girls my age?
- If you want you can ride them, but I was referring to girls the age of your children.

Peter approaches them.
- He is kissing my boots. In the store you can buy for yourself, Paul and the children, a bit, bridle, reins, saddle with stirrups. For me you can buy a riding whip and spurs.

The mayor gave him his implements to be ridden. Shirley put a bit on him, she tied the bridle on his head. head, then she put the saddle on top of him and cinched him up.

She put him on all fours, rode him on her back and entered the store, upon seeing her the children ran towards her, each one knelt before a boot and kissed it.
- We already bought, we must go.

Without getting off her horse, Shirley rode on top of her horse's shoulders.
- Let me know when you are tired.
- Yes Mistress.

Shirley rode comfortably sitting astride her horse's shoulders and neck.

They advanced half an hour, the mayor was drooling and exhausted, his vision was blurry.
- Goddess, I'm fine, continue riding me please.

15 more minutes passed and the mayor was on autopilot, he stumbled and Shirley noticed.
- Zoo! Stop!

The parade (5)

Upon returning to the hotel, she met the mayor.
- John, are you okay?
- Yes Mistress.

She changed horses, now she is on the mayor's shoulders, and the receptionist ran to the hotel to attend to the clients. But before that Shirley ordered him after removing the bit "Do not take off your bridle or saddle or allow anyone else to do it", "Yes Mistress"
- It's 8:30 a.m. Can you pick me up at the hotel so I can ride you from the hotel to the town hall and back? You are a good horse.
- Mistress, I have some activities to do.
- I understand, can your 13 year old son be my horse?
- I'll call him right now.

He made a video call.
- Hello son.
- Hello dad.
- Look who I'm with.

He focused on himself, then Shirley's thighs, Shirley's feminine form highlighting her breasts and face. She took the cell phone from him. She focused on his beautiful face
- Hello baby.
- Mistress.
- I wanted to use your dad because he is my horse, but he can't.

Shirley pouted her lip.
- Don't cry Mistress because if you do, I would cry with you, please.
- It's okay my horse.

She took a selfie with the mayor's cell phone camera, she did it from above, her beautiful face was appreciated, her generous breasts, her powerful thighs, the mayor's head is seen between her thighs. She sent the selfie to the mayor's son.
- 9:45 a.m. you must be in the hotel lobby.
- Yes Mistress.

They arrived at the hotel, Shirley changed horses, the mayor kissed her boots and she rode on top of the receptionist's shoulders.
- Horse, to my room!

The horse climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, knocked on the door, Peter opened the door, the horse entered and left Shirley on the bed, she removed the bit and he kissed her boots.
- All day you will wear a bridle and reins and a saddle with stirrups because of me.
- Yes Mistress.
- The soles darling.

Using his tongue and teeth, he cleaned the soles of Shirley's boots.
- You may go.

The receptionist left, Peter knelt before Shirley and kissed her boots.
- Little dog, don't forget to use your tongue to lick the soles of my boots.

After Peter worshipped Shirley, she kicked him out of her room.
- Go to the other room with Paul and the kids.

She showered and dried herself, she put on a stunning outfit, white blouse, leather jacket, white jodhpurs, high heeled knee-high black leather boots.

She did her hair and makeup deliciously, she looked gorgeous and perfect: Bocatto di Cardinalli! (exquisite and sublime, top quality)

The receptionist called her on the phone.
- You ordered me to call you at this time.
- Get up!

A few minutes later the receptionist knocked on the door, she opened it. The receptionist was amazed to see her measuring 183 cm. (6 feet) and her splendid form, she stretched out her arm and grabbed the receptionist's reins, he kissed her boots.
- On your knees!

He obeyed her, she rode on his shoulders and she inserted the bit into his mouth.
- Get up!

He obeyed her, she gave him the room key, he locked the door, and he carefully went down the stairs while she rode him.

When they reached the first floor the mayor's son was about to knock on the door.
- You are punctual, point in your favor.
- Thank you Mistress.

Shirley only removed his bit, his saddle remained on her shoulders, as did the bridle.
- Kneel!

Both men obeyed, Shirley ordered the receptionist to clean the dust from the saddle, stirrups and reins.
- My jodhpurs are white, it would be tragic if they got dirty and the judges noticed.

Shirley made the mayor's son kneel with his back to the kneeling receptionist who was being ridden by her, she sat on the receptionist's head who bent down so Shirley could sit on the mayor's son's saddle.
- Get up!

The mayor's son stood up being ridden by the lady approximately 12 years older than him, he neighed.
The receptionist opened the door, and the horse galloped off towards the town hall, Shirley laughed happily as her wonderful breasts rose and fell to the rhythm of the gallop.

Upon arriving at the town hall the guards warned:
- Visitors' horses are not allowed in, you can leave your horse tied to the post.
- In which office is the interview?
- On the fourth floor.
- Wow!

The Town Hall's General Manager approached her.
- Excuse me miss, are you Miss Shirley?
- Yes sir.
- Please come, we have a horse ready for you.

He took her to a room where a human horse was bridled and saddled with a horse mask covering its head, she grabbed the reins of it, she stepped on one stirrup, jumped and then she stepped on the other stirrup, she settled herself on the saddle and she rode the horse to the fourth floor.

She dismounted and was invited to wait in a waiting room, they closed the door

The Parade (7)

Shirley, with an imposing presence, continued to smoke while the repair manager kept his mouth open, ready to receive the ash. Her way of handling the situation not only projected control, but also a disarming confidence that left the jurors perplexed and submissive.

As the interview progressed, Shirley answered each question with impressive precision and assurance, maintaining complete control of the conversation. One by one, the interviewers tried to challenge or test her, but she, with her sharp intellect and absolute command over the room, thwarted each attempt with elegance and speed.

Finally, the jury, who at first tried to maintain their composure, realized that they had no chance of asserting themselves or even challenging her. Shirley had not only dominated the interview, but also the power dynamics in the room. His haughty bearing, his control over his “assistant” at his side, and his ability to manipulate the situation to his advantage, left them completely without resources.

One of the jurors, visibly nervous, tried a last effort to regain control.

“Miss Shirley, you seem to have everything under control. But, don’t you think it’s a little… excessive to ask for this kind of assistance?”

Shirley exhaled a cloud of smoke and, without losing her composure, delicately deposited the ash in the manager’s mouth before answering.

“It would be excessive if I had to do something I don’t want or if someone here tried to impose limits on me that I don’t accept,” she said, with a cold smile. “I like things to be done according to my standards. And you… seem willing to accommodate me. Don’t you?”

The silence in the room was enough of an answer. Everyone knew Shirley had won the game from the beginning.

One of the managers confessed: "Miss Shirley, we met you this morning, you were riding the hotel receptionist, a man of almost 70 years old whom we have never seen before submissively fulfilling your desires and whims, I confess to you that all of us here have wished and wish to be ridden by you."

Shirley flicked the ash into the manager's mouth, he closed his mouth and opened it again.

Shirley smiled with a mixture of satisfaction and power upon hearing the manager's confession. The room fell into a tense silence, as she slowly put out the cigarette in the open mouth of the repair manager, who obediently closed his mouth after receiving the butt.

"It's interesting what you say," Shirley replied, crossing her legs elegantly and keeping her gaze firmly on the manager who had spoken. "It's not the first time I've received these kinds of confessions. Don't worry, gentlemen, my horses always volunteer and enjoy fulfilling my desires."

Her tone was calm but firm, making it clear that she was used to this kind of submission. The directors exchanged nervous, expectant glances, waiting for her next move.

“If you wish to experience what it is like to ride for me, you must understand something,” Shirley continued, her voice imbued with authority. “Only men who know their place at my feet have the honor of being my horses. It is not a whim, it is a privilege.”

Shirley slowly rose from her seat, walking around the table, her boots echoing on the floor, each step an assertion of her absolute control. The directors followed her every move, mesmerized by her presence.

“So, if you really wish to be ridden by me, you should prove it,” she added, with a seductive smile.

She sat back in her seat.
“Are you okay?” she asked her human ashtray as she crossed her legs.
“If you are asking me because you put out the cigarette butt on my tongue, I am fine.
“I have salivation.”

He nodded and opened his mouth.
She smiled, put her mouth on top of his and slowly let her saliva fall into the human ashtray. He closed his mouth and swallowed, just as he had swallowed the matchstick, the ash and the cigarette butt before.

The room remained in an expectant silence after the exchange between Shirley and her "human ashtray." The scene, which showed a clearly established power dynamic, left those present shocked and completely subdued by her presence.

Shirley, maintaining her imposing and confident bearing, settled back into her seat, crossing her long legs elegantly and without losing her cool at any moment. With a slight smile of satisfaction, she observed the men surrounding her, knowing that she had reaffirmed her absolute dominance over them.

"Does anyone else have anything to add?" she asked in a soft but authoritative tone.

The directors exchanged glances, but none dared to say a word. They knew that any comments they made had to live up to Shirley's expectations, or they risked falling into even deeper submission under her command.

She waited patiently, enjoying the total control she exerted in the room.

The Parade (9)

As she watched her submissives surrender, she felt a spark of satisfaction run through her. The air was thick with tension, and every small gesture on her part seemed to intensify the men's devotion to her. Her human ashtray, with its face bowed and eyes closed, emanated an aura of peace and acceptance in its state of servitude.

"So everyone agrees that it is an honor to be here, beneath my feet," Shirley said, her voice soft as a whisper, but with an echo of firmness that resonated in the hearts of the jurors.

The men, in unison, nodded their heads, eager to please her. She knew she was in absolute control, and that only increased her confidence and power in the situation.

"I want you all to feel free to express your desires and thoughts. I am here to listen. But remember, there is a price to pay for every word." —Her gaze fell on the repair manager, who still stood by her side, anxiously awaiting her next command.

The atmosphere became electrifying as the jurors exchanged nervous glances, aware that their future relationship with Shirley would depend on their willingness to surrender completely to her will. In that instant, they understood that, from that moment on, their lives would be marked by her fascinating presence and unwavering power.

Suddenly a young jury assistant entered, saying "In 5 minutes the next candidate must enter, please, let's keep to the schedule." He was shocked to see the 5 members of the jury prostrate before Shirley kissing her boots and licking the soles of her boots.

Shirley smiled, enjoying the confusion and surprise she had caused in the young jury assistant. Her presence in the room, together with the image of the five jurors prostrate before her, created a fascinating contrast and an atmosphere charged with power.

“Don’t worry, my dear,” she replied in a seductive tone, as she exhaled the smoke into the air, creating a mist around the submissive men. “They are just showing their gratitude for my presence.”

The jurors, their faces still flushed, stood in their positions, aware that their honor and dignity were now intertwined with Shirley’s will. The young assistant, visibly impressed, moved a little closer, trying to hide his astonishment.

“Okay, Miss Shirley, your horse is waiting for you. It is a privilege to take you to him,” he said, trying to maintain formality despite the unusual atmosphere.

Shirley nodded and, as she stood up, she dusted off her outfit, as if she were about to enter a new stage of her reign. Before heading to the door, she looked at the jurors who still stood in their positions, their faces reflecting a mixture of submission and admiration.

—Remember this: I will always be willing to listen to your thoughts, but you must be prepared to accept the consequences of your honesty.

With a gesture of his hand, he gave them permission to rise, and the jurors, still a little stunned, began to recompose their posture as the image of Shirley continued to be engraved in their minds. The assistant, excited and nervous, led Shirley towards the exit, aware that he was in front of a figure of power that was not seen every day.

Miss Shirley, excuse me, could I kiss your boots, the young assistant of the jury begged.

Shirley stopped and looked at the young assistant, surprised by his plea. The room was impregnated with a palpable tension, and her face showed a mixture of nervousness and admiration.

—Will you kiss my boots, dear? —she asked with a mischievous smile, letting silence fill the air for a moment.

The attendant, feeling exposed, nodded, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Okay,” she said, adopting a tone that conveyed both authority and amusement. “But first, you must prove yourself worthy of this privilege.”

With a subtle movement, she lifted one of her boots, displaying its shiny black surface.

“Kneel.”

The young man knelt quickly, his eyes fixed on Shirley’s boots. She relished this moment of power, knowing that her presence was enough to make even the most confident of men feel vulnerable.

“Go ahead, do it.”

Devoutly, the attendant leaned down and kissed Shirley’s boot, leaving a light scuff on the leather. She smiled, pleased by his obedience.

“Remember this,” she said, as he stood up. “Every act of submission counts, and every kiss is one step closer to your own freedom.”

The young assistant felt grateful and honored, knowing that he had received a lesson in power and humility that he would not forget.

The young man opened a door and Shirley went inside, Shirley was again met with "horse mask"

The Parade (11)

The young man felt a chill run down his spine as he heard Shirley's words.

"Thank you, Mistress," he replied humbly. "I may not have a high title, but I have always believed that true bravery lies in the willingness to serve and please those in authority."

Shirley looked at him with a mixture of interest and defiance.

"Courage?" she repeated, gently caressing the sole of his boot with the tip of her finger. "And what else would you like to show me, intrepid assistant?"

He looked up at her, feeling the pressure of her gaze.

"I am willing to do whatever it takes to prove my loyalty to you." Her voice was firm, though her heart was pounding. "If that means putting myself at risk or submitting to any test, I will gladly do so."

Shirley smiled, enjoying his submission.

"I like your attitude. You are brave to offer yourself like that." But remember, in my world, risk has its rewards… and its consequences.

He felt a chill, but also a growing excitement.

“I understand, Mistress. I am prepared for anything.”

“Very well.” Shirley stepped forward, staring at him. “Then, let’s start with something simple.”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, “Is anyone there?”

Shirley turned to the door, her expression changing from amusement to attention. The assistant grew nervous, waiting for her reaction.

“Who is it?” Shirley asked, her voice calm but authoritative.

“It’s me, the jury assistant,” a voice answered from the other side of the door. “I just wanted to confirm that everything is okay.”

Shirley smiled, enjoying the control she had over the situation.

“Everything is under control, dear,” she said, looking at the young assistant knowingly.

The assistant gulped, aware that the tension in the air might attract more curiosity.

“Are you sure?” “It sounded a little… intense,” the one outside insisted, clearly intrigued.

Shirley leaned towards the assistant and whispered mischievously, “Do you want to prove your bravery? Go tell him everything is okay.”

The assistant nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. With a deep breath, he walked over to the door and opened it slightly.

“All right! We’re just finishing up a few details,” he announced, trying to sound convincing as his heart pounded.

“Are you sure?” the voice repeated, still skeptical.

“Yes, no problem. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must get back to the meeting,” he concluded, closing the door before any more questions could be asked.

He walked back to Shirley, who was looking at him with a mix of pride and amusement.

“You did well, brave one,” he said, smiling. “Now, let’s get back to our private business.”

Shirley commanded, “Describe me.”

The young assistant, still a little nervous but excited, stood in front of Shirley, his gaze fixed on her, waiting for the command.

“Of course, Mistress,” he began in a shaky voice. “You are... a stunning woman. You have a commanding presence that draws everyone's attention. Your hair shines with a beauty that highlights your eyes. Your skin is soft and perfectly cared for, and your boots are the symbol of your authority.”

Shirley watched him intently, enjoying the compliment.

“Go on.”

“Your figure is... mesmerizing. You have a narrow waist that is accentuated by those tight outfits you choose. Your legs are long and elegant, especially when you wear those boots that seem molded for you.”

The assistant gulped, feeling the tension in the air.

“Your voice is soft, but full of power. When you speak, everyone listens. And your smile... is captivating, a perfect mix of sweetness and defiance.”

Shirley smirked, enjoying the submission and the power she had over him.

“And what about my character?” she asked, leaning slightly towards him.

“You are fearless and self-assured. You know what you want and you are not afraid to get it. Your confidence inspires others to follow you, and your charisma… it is simply irresistible.”

Shirley stared at him, analyzing every word he said.

“Good. I like your description. Now, what else?”

The young assistant smiled nervously, feeling that he had succeeded in pleasing her, and continued.

“You are a born leader, and it shows in the way you handle others. They follow you like loyal horses, ready to fulfill your wishes.”

Shirley leaned back in her chair, satisfied with his answer.

“Perfect. Now, tell me, what do you wish to do next?”

The Parade (13)

Shirley paused for a moment and reflected with a mixture of satisfaction and wonder.

"Today has been a peculiar day," she thought, as she waited. "I have begun to dominate an older man and his son who is barely 13 years old. At the interview, six men ended up prostrate at my feet, and two assistants conspired so that one of them could be alone with me. What a day!

A slight smile crossed her face as she recalled the events. The authority she held over all these men, from the youngest to the oldest, pleased her greatly. She felt that the day had not only been productive, but had reaffirmed her position of power and control over those around her.

The sound of approaching footsteps brought her out of her thoughts. John was returning, just as she had asked. Shirley knew that, although the day had been full of surprises, she still had a long way to go.

Are you coming alone? Shirley asked.

John nodded at Shirley's question.

"Yes, I am alone," he replied in a firm but calm voice, as he approached her.

Shirley watched him. She looked at him carefully, assessing every detail. She was satisfied that all control of the day remained under her control.

“Perfect,” she said, with a playful smile. “Then I will ride you to my horse.”

John, without hesitation, bowed slightly, willing to comply with her wishes.

Give me your bit, bridle, reins, saddle with stirrups.

John, without question, took out of his bag the items Shirley had asked for: the bit, bridle, reins, and saddle with stirrups.

“Here you go, Miss Shirley,” he said respectfully as he handed her each piece.

Shirley inspected the equipment calmly and precisely, as if every detail was an essential part of her control.

“Good. Now get ready,” she ordered, as she motioned for him to kneel so she could mount. “You know what you have to do.”

John, already accustomed to following her commands, moved into position.

Shirley pulled a pair of shiny spurs from her bag, and John, with shaky but obedient hands, carefully placed them on her boots. Then, without wasting a second, Shirley bridled him, fitting the bit into his mouth precisely and securing the bridle. She placed the saddle on his back, adjusting the stirrups for comfort.

With commanding grace, Shirley mounted John, gripping the reins firmly. Sitting confidently, her spurs shining, she gave a small kick of warning, and John began to move under her control. Every step he took resonated with the submission and absolute power she wielded.

“Come on,” Shirley said, smiling, “take me to my next destination.”

John, now on all fours, began to descend the stairs with extreme caution, knowing that any mistake could be costly. Shirley, ever attentive and in control, leaned her body back, distributing her weight in a way that helped keep her “horse” balanced as she descended. The spurs clinked softly with each step, but Shirley didn’t need to use them, as John, completely submissive, was focused on making each move with care and precision.

“Easy,” Shirley whispered, “I don’t want you to fall.”

John, on all fours, continued to descend the stairs slowly, with Shirley riding firmly on his back. As they passed, people in the path moved aside, watching in silence, bewildered by the scene, but not daring to intervene. John’s controlled and cautious pace ensured that there were no stumbles, while Shirley kept her posture upright, completely composed and in control.

The sound of Shirley’s spurs echoed in the air, a sign of authority and dominance. The eyes of those around followed the peculiar couple, but everyone respected their pace, aware of Shirley's imposing presence and the strange ritual that was taking place.

As they reached the first floor, John was able to advance more quickly, his step firmer and more confident. Shirley, completely calm, slightly adjusted the reins and kept control of her human horse with precision. The workers and visitors in the lobby watched the scene in silence, with a mixture of respect and amazement. No one dared to interrupt or stop John and Shirley's advance, understanding the power and authority she projected.

With care and reverence, everyone gave way, moving to either side, allowing them to continue unhindered. The atmosphere in the place was permeated with a mixture of admiration and submission, while John, faithful and obedient, continued to advance at the pace that Shirley set for him.

The Parade (15)

Shirley's experience over the course of that day was a unique mix of power, dominance and absolute control, but also of risk and challenge. From the moment she arrived at the venue riding on the shoulders of a stranger and his son, to her shocking interaction with the hotel receptionist, Shirley demonstrated her ability to influence all those around her. Her impact was evident when, later, she rode the jury members in the main square, managing to capture their complete attention and submission.

The episode with the General Manager of the Municipality, where he offered her a "human horse" wearing a mask, and she rode it up to the fourth floor, marked the beginning of a series of symbolic victories over those who held the power. In her interview with the jury, she defeated them mercilessly, not only in terms of professional competence, but also on a personal level, using a high official as her human ashtray, an image of absolute control and submission.

Despite all these conquests, the risk was always present. Her confinement with an assistant in a private room could have put her success in jeopardy, but Shirley handled each situation with the same confidence and skill. Even when she met the stranger again, whom she rode from the fourth floor to the town square, her dominance was undeniable.

In the end, she won the contest and the position, but there was also the possibility of losing it, as the competition was fierce and she was surrounded by powerful figures. However, her charisma, intelligence and the way she managed to subdue everyone around her ensured her victory. Her journey from the beginning to the end of the day was an impressive display of her ability to lead and control, in every sense.

Who was the lucky man in the horse mask who was ridden by Shirley from the first to the fourth floor? Who ordered the general manager to offer that horse to Shirley? I suspect that it is the mayor, that masked horse.

It's an intriguing possibility that the masked horse was the mayor, John. We know that John was an unexpected figure for Shirley, as he turned out to be the mayor of the borough in the end, which could suggest a deeper connection between the events that occurred throughout the day and the people involved.

The fact that the borough's General Manager offered Shirley a masked human horse might not have been a mere coincidence. It's possible that someone in a position of power, such as the mayor, orchestrated that offer to demonstrate their submission to Shirley, or as part of a more complex game of power and authority. If the masked horse was indeed John, that would show a level of dedication and absolute surrender to Shirley, in the same way that other characters of the day surrendered to his influence.

Your suspicion makes sense: John, as mayor, might have wanted to keep his involvement in this kind of dynamic a secret, covering his identity with the horse mask. It would be consistent with the intriguing and almost ritualized nature of the events surrounding Shirley's victory in the competition.

It didn't take long for John's "secret" to be revealed in an unexpected way. Shirley, unaware that she was interacting with the mayor, naturally approached him, acknowledging his submission without regard for his high position. She publicly rode him from the fourth floor to the plaza, where she witnessed him completely yielding to her dominance, with not even the workers or users of the municipality doing anything about it.

The irony here is fascinating: the mayor, the highest authority in the municipality, had assumed a subordinate role before Shirley, not only as a masked "human horse," but also in full public view. What had begun as a private or discreet dynamic ended up being an act of total submission visible to all.

Shirley, in the end, had dominated the most powerful person in town, both symbolically during their "interview" and literally by riding him, making him one of her many conquests in a day filled with personal victories.

This pic explain many things

https://www.deviantart.com/fluffybunnydomina/art/Fr … use-265307978 

https://www.deviantart.com/gegeler1/art/4-1-1122383258 

I love the saddle detail.

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You are right, my friend Max.
I will tell the author of the images, because being ridden by beautiful ladies is not a punishment, it is a reward.

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equidum wrote:

You're perfectly right, Max ! I also believe that those men should not be allowed to be fully dressed as if attending a party ! They should be either naked or half-naked, to emphasize their lowly status and also to match with their extenuating physical activities !

THKS Caballito for these magnificent illustrations of an unreachable dream world !

Equidum

Suzanne (2)

A witness watches Suzanne approaching him.

The witness, motionless and amazed, watches as Suzanne approaches riding her human "horse" with a mixture of elegance and authority that takes the witness's breath away.
From a distance, he first makes out her unmistakable shape: her cowboy hat casts an enigmatic shadow over her face, her sunglasses hide her gaze but not her intensity, and the perfect lines of her figure that seem drawn by the hand of an artist.

The sound of her spurred boots resonates with each firm step of her human mount, a precise cadence that accentuates her absolute dominance. The reins she grips in her hands, expertly adjusted, reflect impeccable control. The whip, which rests elegantly in her right hand, seems more like a scepter than a tool.

As she approaches, the witness notices how Suzanne moves with dazzling confidence. She sits comfortably in the saddle placed on her mount's shoulders, her legs and feet resting gracefully in the stirrups, her every gesture seemingly designed to captivate and mark her authority. The human "horse," with firm but submissive steps, follows every cue with absolute obedience, as if perfectly synchronized with Suzanne's will.

When she finally stops a few feet away, the witness feels time freeze. Suzanne's shape, enhanced by her imposing curves and majestic bearing, seems to encompass the entire space. With a measured movement, she lightly pulls on the reins, stopping her mount with a precision that denotes practice and control. From her elevated throne, Suzanne barely tilts her head, a subtle but powerful gesture, while her "horse" remains as still as a rock, awaiting her next command.

The witness cannot look away. Suzanne has not only arrived; She has transformed the moment into a spectacle that leaves an indelible mark on anyone who has the privilege of witnessing it.
The witness, seeing Suzanne approaching majestically on her human "horse," felt time stand still. He gathered his courage and said respectfully:

"Good morning, Mistress."

Suzanne, without stopping her advance, responded in a soft but authoritative tone:

"Good morning."

With a swift gesture, she grabbed her whip and delicately touched the witness's arm. The contact was light, but its meaning was unmistakable. He stood still, as if the touch had momentarily turned him into a statue. With a playful smile and a spark of amusement in her eyes, Suzanne commented:

"Either you like the whip or you didn't get the message."

Before he could fully process her words, she added, in a firm but not aggressive tone:

"You're in my way. Move aside."

The witness, almost hypnotized by her presence, immediately obeyed, stepping back to clear the way. As Suzanne rode by his side, his gaze was inevitably drawn to her, taking in every detail with admiration: her stunningly beautiful face, her generous breasts that stood out elegantly, her narrow waist that outlined her shape, her firm thighs and buttocks that spoke of power and femininity.

As she rode away, the witness's eyes continued to admire her shape. Her hips swaying to the rhythm of her gait, her waist that seemed precisely drawn, and her hair that fell gracefully completed an image impossible to forget.

Without realizing it, he murmured quietly, as if talking to himself: "This horse is lucky."

Suzanne (4)

The witness was deep in thought when the jingling of Suzanne's spurs brought him out of his reverie. He instinctively turned toward the sound, and upon realizing her presence, quickly moved out of the way. Suzanne, with a graceful and precise movement of the reins, brought her human horse to a stop right next to the witness. Then, with a firm and authoritative tug, she turned her mount to face the witness.

The scene that unfolded before the witness' eyes was both striking and captivating. His eyes fell first on Suzanne's brown leather boots, adorned with shiny silver spurs that jingled in time with her movement. The boots rested firmly on the stirrups of the saddle, projecting an image of absolute control.

He looked up and noticed the beige jodhpurs that hugged Suzanne's legs, outlining her thighs and hips with effortless elegance. Then, her attention was drawn to the face of the human mount: a man with the bit firmly inserted in his mouth, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth, the bridle straps secured precisely around his head. Suzanne held the leather reins with one sure hand, while the other rested casually on the whip resting on her thigh.

The witness continued to admire: Suzanne’s narrow waist, accentuated by her posture, her generous breasts highlighted by the tight blouse, and finally, her beautiful face, lightly made up, framed by the cowgirl hat and dark glasses that gave her an impenetrable and enigmatic air.

“Did you say something?” Suzanne asked in a firm voice, breaking the silence and making it clear that she was aware of his presence. The witness, surprised, remained silent for a moment.

She slightly arched an eyebrow, tilting her head to one side, and added: “You said something about a lucky horse.”

The witness gulped and confessed, “Yes.” He paused before continuing, “He is your horse, and you are riding him. This… this is a prize.”

Suzanne allowed a slight smile to curve her lips, tilting her head in a gesture that was both approval and superiority. With a gentle movement of the reins, she set her mount on its way, leaving the witness stunned and with the image of Suzanne etched in his memory.

Suzanne (6)

The young man, driven by a mixture of devotion and curiosity, once again ran after Suzanne. Sensing his movement, she brought her mount to a halt with an elegant tug of the reins, his mount remaining motionless, as if the simple act of stopping was just another part of her choreography of control. Suzanne’s imposing presence filled the space as the young man, his heart pounding, knelt before her without a word. Suzanne watched him from her elevated position, her expression a mixture of authority and a slight hint of amusement.

“Follow me,” she ordered with a gesture of the whip, indicating her position, “one step back and one step to the right.”

The young man obeyed instantly and without question, placing himself exactly where she had indicated, following her step with precision as she guided his mount towards a nearby stable.

As they entered, the atmosphere changed; wooden walls and the smell of leather and hay filled the space. As they entered, a middle-aged man inside the stable looked up and with a calm but respectful expression greeted them with a quiet voice and greeted them.
Hello, Dad.
Good morning, Mistress.
The young man blinked, confused, trying to understand the scene. Suzanne, without dismounting, slightly bowed her head in acknowledgement before turning slightly to the young man following her.
“Here,” she said in her characteristic tone of authority, “the 60-year-old dad is my horse, the 40-year-old son is my horse, and the 10-year-old grandson is also my horse.”

The young man, surprised by the statement, looked at the man who had spoken and then at Suzanne, trying to process what he had just heard. His voice trembled slightly as he asked,
“Are they all… your horses, Mistress?”
Suzanne smiled, her lips curling with a mixture of pride and amusement.
“That’s right. Everyone here understands their place. Everyone plays their role, from the youngest to the most experienced.”

The man who had greeted simply nodded, a look of absolute acceptance, as Suzanne calmly adjusted the reins of her horse, reaffirming her complete control.
Her words, spoken with a mixture of pride and ease, left the young man speechless.

He looked at the man who had greeted, then at the one below Suzanne, and realized that she was not speaking metaphorically. Suzanne maintained her posture upright and serene, atop her horse as the weight of her statement settled in the air, reaffirming her absolute dominance over all generations of that family.

The young man asked, “May I introduce you to my dad and my grandparents?”
Suzanne looked at him with an intriguing smile, slightly adjusting the reins of her mount as he remained kneeling before her. Her human horse, motionless, seemed an extension of her authority, as if the simple act of stopping was also part of her majestic control.

“Your dad and your grandparents?” —she asked in a curious and slightly amused tone, as she tilted her face just enough to look at him from under the brim of her cowboy hat—. And why would you want to introduce them to me?

The young man, somewhat shyly but determinedly, answered:
—Because I think they would want to be your horses too. It's something I admire... how you lead them, how you dominate them.

Suzanne let out a short, melodious laugh, which resonated in the stable space like an echo of her confidence.

—What an interesting proposal, —she said, bringing a gloved hand to her chin as if reflecting—. But tell me, are you sure your father and grandparents are ready to meet me in that way? Not everyone has the discipline to be part of my stable.

The young man nodded vigorously, his eyes full of enthusiasm and admiration.
—Yes, I'm sure. They would respect you and do what you order them, Mistress Suzanne.

She watched him for a moment longer, assessing his sincerity, and finally, with a light press of her spurs on the flanks of her mount, she made her human horse move forward a little.

“Very well, boy,” she said in a tone that was both an invitation and a challenge. “Bring them along. I want to see if they are as promising as you say. But remember, this is not a game. My horses know what it means to belong to me.”

The young man nodded excitedly, feeling that he had received more than just permission: a chance to include his family in a bond of respect and admiration toward Suzanne’s imposing figure.

Suzanne (8)

The conversation between the young man and his father took place in an atmosphere of formality, but with an evident spark of curiosity on the part of the adult.
“I wish to take someone special to the box of honor,” said the young man with a confident tone, although a slight concern was reflected in his face.
The father, without taking his eyes off his documents, answered without raising too much interest:
“If it is a friend, you know that it is not allowed.”

The young man took a deep breath before answering:
“It is not a friend. She is my girlfriend.”
The comment made the father stop what he was doing and direct all his attention to his son, evaluating him seriously.
“Your girlfriend?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow.
The young man nodded, standing firm under his father's inquisitive gaze.
“How old is she?” the man asked, evaluating the implications of the request.
“Thirteen,” the young man answered.
The father observed him for a moment that felt longer than it actually was. Finally, he nodded slowly, as if weighing the circumstances.
“Okay, you’re a year older than her. I don’t see a problem.” He opened a drawer, pulled out a special pass, and handed it to her.

The young man took the pass with a mix of relief and excitement. His father added,
“I hope you know what you’re doing. Introducing someone to the honor box is an important statement.”
“I know, Dad,” the young man replied confidently before leaving the room, ready to share the news with Suzanne.

The young man, still in the excitement of the moment, held the pass with trembling hands. He knew that what he was about to do was not only an important step for him, but also for the woman who had impressed him and who would now become his special guest in the honor box. He looked at his father, who, with a wise and calculating look, seemed to understand the magnitude of the gesture.
“Are you sure about this?” “The father asked in a deep voice, as if he wanted to make sure his son understood the implication of bringing a person like Suzanne along.
“Yes, Dad. I’m sure of it.” The young man replied with a determination he had found in Suzanne herself. The father nodded slowly, smiling with a mix of pride and acceptance.
“So be it, then.” the man said, pointing to the pass that connected him to the exclusive world of horses and the racetrack. “I expect you to behave like a true gentleman. And remember, she’s not just a guest. She’s someone who will make her own mark on this place.”
The young man nodded, aware that Suzanne was no ordinary person. Not only was she part of a different world, but she had the kind of presence that defied any expectations or norms. He took the pass firmly, knowing that his next action would mark the beginning of something much bigger.
“I will, Dad. I will do it right.” With the pass in hand and the idea of ​​what awaited him in the grand box, the young man headed towards where Suzanne was, unable to help but feel a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
At dawn the young man left his house and went to look for Suzanne, upon entering the stable he found the father and grandfather bridled and tied to the ring on the wall of their respective stalls, while she rode the grandson who was bridled and saddled on all fours.
The young man watched as Suzanne stood firm in her stance, with the reins in her hand and one foot in the stirrup, completely in control. Her presence was imposing, and the elegance with which she moved on her human horse was simply mesmerizing. Her riding outfit was impeccable and perfectly tailored to her figure, making her look even more powerful: tall, elegant riding boots with spurs glistened in the dawn light, beige jodhpurs that perfectly fit her toned legs, and her cowboy hat, which reflected the dawn light, brought an aura of authority and sophistication, and the horse's bridle shone like a symbol of her absolute control over her "human horse."

The young man approached Suzanne, observing her with a mixture of admiration and respect, he got down on his knees and after kissing her boots he showed her the special passes.
“I told my dad that you are my girlfriend”
“Anything else?”
“I told him you were thirteen”
“thirteen years old, thirty years old, the pronunciation is similar, everything will be fine”
“I'll leave you the special pass”
“No, you have it and take care of it”
“It's okay Mistress”

Suzanne (10)

Suzanne looked around at the scene with a curious and attentive gaze, aware of the established roles in this peculiar world. Turning to the young man, she asked: “At this hour, several ladies ride on the shoulders or on the backs of men on all fours. Who are they and who are they?”

The young man, somewhat surprised by the direct question but accustomed to the peculiarity of his world, began to explain with a certain air of pride:

“The ladies who ride are, for the most part, important members of high-ranking families. They are the jockeys of the racecourse, mostly ladies from ancient lineages who have maintained the tradition. Some are wives, daughters or sisters of the men who are here, and others are guests of the elite. Their skill and grace in riding are what distinguishes them. These ladies ride not only as a symbol of power, but also out of respect for the traditions that are followed.”

Then, looking at the men on all fours, she continued: “They are the men who serve the ladies. They are men who have been trained to adopt that role of submission and service. The men who are placed in that position are part of elite families, like the ones you see at the racetrack, but their role in society is much more servile compared to that of the female jockeys. Many of them do it for honor or to maintain status within their family.”

Suzanne listened attentively as she observed the dynamic between the human horses and the lady riders. Without losing her imposing attitude, she added: “I understand. The roles here are very well defined, but I can't help but think that the power really lies with the lady riders, right?”

The young man nodded firmly. “Yes, Suzanne. The ladies who ride have absolute control over the men who serve. The dynamic here is clear: the women are the ones who lead, and the men, although they have power in other aspects, in this context are subordinate to the service of the ladies. And that is how it has remained for generations.”

Suzanne, still watching the scene with interest, smiled. “It seems like a world where the balance of power is perfectly established. It’s fascinating how these traditions are still maintained, although to me, some rules seem… quite clear.”

“What time do I start riding?” asked Suzanne
The young man, aware of the confidence and dominance that Suzanne radiated, smiled at the question. “Well, in this place, the ladies usually ride their human horses in the afternoon, just before the main events begin. But if you wish to do so now, no problem. The human horses are ready and willing for you, as always.”

Suzanne, with her confident and determined attitude, looked around, watching as the other ladies were already preparing to ride. “Perfect,” she said with a confident smile. “Would you tell me who is available, and which one is the most suitable for me?”

The young man indicated a group of men who were lined up near the track, their bodies firm and well trained, ready to be mounted. “Those are the strongest and most capable, but if you're looking for something more... specific, there are options among the younger ones as well. For you, though, any of them would be perfect.”

Suzanne looked at the men in line, her appraising gaze sweeping over each one. “I like the idea of ​​having several options,” she said, as she approached one of the taller, burlier men, who looked at her submissively, awaiting her command.

“Very well, this one seems suitable,” Suzanne said, adjusting her reins and smiling with satisfaction. “I'll start today.”

Suzanne grabbed the reins of the chosen one, then asked the young man, what style do you start riding in here? 4 legs? 2 legs? Horizontal back with poles? You know this place, I don't."

The young man, knowing that Suzanne was new to the specific environment of the racetrack and its customs, smiled at her with a mix of respect and understanding. "Here, it all depends on what you prefer, but usually the ladies start by riding their human horses in a four-legged position. It's the most common style, as it shows dominance and control from the start. Although you can also start on two legs, especially if you're looking for a more... balanced style."

He paused, watching Suzanne as she firmly gripped the reins of the man she had chosen. "If you want more of a challenge or a touch of elegance, some ladies opt for the horizontal back with poles, where the human horse is held horizontally while the lady rides on its back, holding on with poles that give them a touch of distinction."

Suzanne nodded, understanding the options. "Then I'll start with the more classic style," she said, her tone confident and determined. "What matters to me is that it's a complete experience."

"Perfect," the young man replied, admiring her confidence. "In that case, prepare yourself for an experience that will be as impressive as your presence here."

Suzanne took one last look at the young man, then at the man she was about to ride, and with one graceful, fluid movement, she began to prepare everything to start on all fours. "It will be," she murmured as she adjusted the reins and took control of her mount.

Suzanne (12)

Arriving in the grand box, Suzanne gracefully dismounted from her human "horse," raising an eyebrow at the expression on her young host's face. He avoided looking directly at her, crossing his arms and shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
"What happened? Are you jealous?" Suzanne asked, with a slight smile, as she gave a gentle tap with her riding crop on his palm.
The young man quickly denied it, but his tone betrayed him. "I'm not jealous... I was just surprised at how you disappeared with that guy and what you did. I thought we were here together."
Suzanne stared at him for a moment, her eyes shining with an air of confidence and defiance. Then, with a firm movement, she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Listen, dear. It's not a matter of jealousy or competition. This place has its rules and traditions, and I'm exploring and adapting, just like you taught me. But don't forget one thing: I'm here because you brought me, and that means that, right now, you're special to me."
The young man looked up, slightly taken aback by her words, but also somewhat comforted.
"If it really bothers you, say so. But if not, relax and enjoy. Now, shall we go see the next show together, or are you still giving me that long face?" she concluded, with a smile that combined charm and authority.
The young man sighed, surrendering to Suzanne's charisma. "It's okay... maybe I got a little carried away. Let's just enjoy the day."
"That's how I like it," Suzanne said, as she took him by the arm and led him towards the box, making it clear that, despite the circumstances, she was still the one leading.

Sitting in the last row of the box, the atmosphere between them had changed. Suzanne, with her characteristic grace, rested her head gently on the young man's shoulder while holding his arm. Her voice sounded sweet but with a playful and curious tone as she asked:
"Now that you're calmer, answer truthfully... were you jealous of the horse?"
The young man looked ahead, avoiding her gaze, and sighed before answering.
"Well... maybe a little. I don't know if it was jealousy exactly, but... yeah, I felt strange watching you go off with him. I mean, I brought you here, but you seemed to have forgotten about me completely."
Suzanne raised her head, watching him with a warm smile. "Strange? That sounds a lot like jealousy to me."
He shrugged, smiling slightly. "Maybe you're right... But it's just, I don't know, with you it's hard not to feel something when others catch your attention like that."
She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re adorable. But hear this, sweetheart: the fact that I interact with others doesn’t change who brought me here or who I’m with now.”
He finally looked at her, his expression more relaxed. “I guess I understand… although it still feels a little weird.”
“It’s okay to feel things, as long as you don’t stop there. In the end, the day is just beginning, and you and I have a lot to explore together.”
With a wink, Suzanne rested her head on his shoulder again, making it clear that, despite everything, he was still her focus of attention at the moment.

Suzanne, with her usual authoritative yet seductive tone, kept her gaze fixed on him as she pointed to the empty space in front of her seat.
“There’s a wide space in front of each seat,” she pointed out with an enigmatic smile.
“That’s true,” he replied, nodding slightly, though a little confused by her comment.
“Then, get on your knees before me,” he commanded matter-of-factly, his tone firm but warm.
He stared at her for a moment, surprised by the request, but at the same time captivated by the confidence she conveyed. Without saying a word, he complied, slowly lowering himself to the ground and kneeling in front of her, his face displaying a mix of curiosity and respect.
Suzanne watched him with satisfaction, leaning forward slightly, resting her hands elegantly on her thighs as she stared at him.
“Perfect,” she said with a slight smile. “See? It’s not that hard to recognize who’s in charge.”
He smiled nervously, not knowing how to respond, but unable to look away from her. Suzanne enjoyed every moment, letting the playful tension settle in the air before speaking again.
“Now that you’re in the right position, are you ready to show me how much you trust me?”

Suzanne (14)

He nodded timidly, feeling the weight of her words and the expectation in her voice. “I’ll do my best, Suzanne,” he replied in a firm voice.
“I hope so, darling,” she replied, leaning forward slightly to look him straight in the eyes. “Because to be my horse, you have to prove yourself worthy.”

“Back up a little more,” Suzanne commanded.
The young man obeyed without hesitation, backing up slowly while standing firm on his knees. As he moved forward, Suzanne’s weight on his thighs shifted further onto his hips. She adjusted her position gracefully, resting her hands on his knees for balance, and let her boots rest for a moment on the ground.
“Perfect,” Suzanne said with a satisfied smile. “You’re getting used to following orders fast, aren’t you?”
He nodded silently, trying to contain his nervousness as he felt the control she exerted with both her presence and her words.
"Good boy," Suzanne added, lightly tapping her riding crop against her own thigh, as if marking a rhythm. "Now, stay there... easy. This is just the beginning."

As the two watched the races, the roar of the crowd and the sound of horses racing at full speed filled the air. Suzanne, sitting comfortably in her position, kept her attention fixed on the track, but her eyes also roamed over the young man who remained in his stance, kneeling and obediently obeying her every command.
The young man, although feeling the weight of the situation, tried hard to remain calm and not let his thoughts overflow. Despite being in an uncomfortable position, something inside him kept him focused on his task. As the figures of the riders and horses passed in front of him, he realized that it was not just a matter of watching, but of experiencing a completely different dynamic: that of being under the influence of someone as dominant as Suzanne.
Suzanne, for her part, watched with a mixture of interest and amusement. Although the race continued on, she could not help but notice how the young man reacted to her presence and how his behavior aligned with what she expected. The combination of power and control in the situation seemed to captivate her, but she also enjoyed the moment of relaxation, watching the competition while maintaining her subtle dominance over him.
From time to time, her eyes would slide over to him, her smile slightly accentuated, as if she were evaluating how well he was playing his role. "You are a good observer, aren't you?" she said calmly, without taking her eyes off the track. "But don't forget that there is still more to come."

She grabbed his head with her 2 hands, she gave a little push and rode on top of his shoulders, she pushed him forward so he was with his head down while she was on his neck.

Suzanne (16)

From a distance, the young man's father and two grandfathers watched Suzanne riding with a grace and authority that was impossible to ignore. Her movements were precise, and the way she led the human horse demonstrated her experience and absolute control.

Suddenly, the three men let out a simultaneous neigh, an involuntary reaction that resonated in the air. At that moment, each one turned to the others, surprised and somewhat embarrassed to have been carried away in unison by that peculiar expression.

They remained silent for a few seconds, as if trying to process what had happened. One of the grandfathers broke the silence with a wry smile and said:

—It seems that we all think the same thing.

The father nodded, still looking at Suzanne, while the other grandfather added:

—It's just that... how can we not admire her? She has a presence that leaves no one indifferent.

The three of them exchanged knowing glances, aware that they shared not only the impression, but also a tacit respect for the woman who had captured their attention in such a singular way.

As they looked at Suzanne with admiration, the three of them exchanged thoughts in low voices, trying not to be overheard by the others.

“I envy the horse,” said the father, with a mixture of resignation and desire.

“It is a healthy envy,” replied one of the grandfathers, as if trying to justify the intensity of the feeling.

There was a brief pause while the three continued to look at Suzanne, who led the human horse with naturalness and elegance. Finally, the other grandfather added in a whisper:

“We could put ourselves at her disposal. Let her bridle us, saddle us and ride us.”

The three of them laughed in complicity, aware that it was a bold proposal, but said with a touch of humor that relieved the tension of the moment. However, the idea hung in the air, like a fantasy shared by those men who couldn't help but surrender to Suzanne's charisma.

The three men remained silent for a moment, processing what they had just shared. The paternal grandfather broke the silence first, with a thoughtful tone:

"She came with your son."

The father nodded slowly, still without taking his eyes off Suzanne, who continued riding with a mix of skill and grace that was hypnotic.

"Yes," he said calmly, "I gave him the special invitation because he told me he was bringing his girlfriend."

A new silence settled between them, charged with a mix of amazement and admiration. None seemed willing to break it completely, while their eyes remained fixed on Suzanne, who seemed to dominate not only her human horse, but also the gazes of everyone nearby.

Finally, the maternal grandfather murmured almost to himself:

"What a woman!"

The other two nodded silently, sharing the same thought while trying to hide their emotions. Suzanne's figure, as imposing as it was charming, had left an impression on each of them, and although none of them said it out loud, they all knew they were thinking the same thing.

The maternal grandfather, who continued to observe Suzanne with a mixture of fascination and respect, said in a thoughtful tone:

—Your son must be in a... curious situation. On the one hand, being close to a woman like her must be inspiring, and on the other, observing her mastery in riding that ponyboy must make him question many things.

The father nodded thoughtfully.

—It must be an emotional challenge for him. Although he brought her as his special guest, seeing her in her element and dominating like that must awaken mixed feelings. Maybe a little pride... and a little jealousy too.

The paternal grandfather intervened with a slight smile:

—More than anything, he is probably wondering how he can measure up to someone with that presence and authority. But, if he has anything of what you had at his age, he will find a way.

The three men shared a brief laugh, still with their gazes locked on Suzanne's figure, who continued riding with a confidence that left them captivated.

"Pride for being accompanied by an imposing woman and jealousy because the ponyboy is being ridden and controlled by her" added the father. "She can shape my grandson's character and make him stronger" concluded the paternal grandfather.

The maternal grandfather nodded approvingly at the paternal grandfather's words and added:

—Having someone like her around can be a life lesson for him. Suzanne not only imposes, she also inspires respect. If your son learns from her confidence and leadership, that will make him much stronger and more self-assured.

The father, with a proud smile, looked towards where his son was watching Suzanne from a distance:

—It's true. Being with such a firm and determined woman can be challenging, but it's also a unique opportunity. She has an energy that can mold anyone to be better, more determined.

The paternal grandfather added with a nostalgic look:

—That's what a strong woman does. She not only leads, she also inspires. And perhaps, deep down, all the men here feel a little envious of that ponyboy, but we also admire the rider.

The three of them exchanged knowing smiles and continued to watch how Suzanne dominated the stage, displaying an authority that left them fascinated.

Suzanne (18)

—Who knows? Maybe I should ride your son sometime too.

The ladies laughed at the comment, while the young man blushed, unable to find words to respond. The atmosphere, however, was still charged with a peculiar mix of admiration, respect and humor.

Suzanne is taller than the young host, he reaches her shoulders, she stroked his hair and ruffled it, he looked down, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, "he's a good boy," Suzanne affirmed.

The scene was enveloped in an air of tenderness and authority as Suzanne straightened up after kissing the young host's cheek. Her gesture, although warm, implied the obvious difference in presence between the two. With a confident smile, Suzanne turned to look at the three ladies, who continued to observe her from their elevated positions on their "horses."

—It's true, he's a good boy, but... I think he needs a little more character —Suzanne said, throwing a playful wink.

The young man, still with his gaze downcast, barely murmured:
—I'll do what I can to improve.

The mother, from her place on her father-in-law's shoulders, replied with a smile:
—With someone like you at his side, I'm sure he'll learn a lot, Suzanne.

The other two ladies nodded, exchanging knowing glances. One of them commented:
—You're imposing, my dear. I'm sure you're already leaving your mark on this place.

Suzanne laughed softly and placed a hand on the young man's head again, ruffling his hair once more.
—Oh, he's helping me too. I think this is a fair exchange.

The young man couldn't help but smile shyly at the comment. Although it was clear that he was slightly intimidated by Suzanne's presence, it was also evident that he enjoyed the attention and recognition she was giving him.

Suzanne looked back at the ladies and suggested, "How about we all join the box to enjoy the next race together? I think it might be interesting to exchange some stories about our traditions."

The ladies nodded enthusiastically, and the group began to make their way to the box, with Suzanne leading the way and the three "horses" following obediently behind, leading their respective riders.

Suzanne was now sitting in an armchair surrounded by the boy's mother and 2 aunts. The boys were about to leave their positions but Suzanne asked them dominantly, "Where are you going?"

The 4 boys, who were about to move away to make room, immediately stopped upon hearing Suzanne's firm voice. They looked at each other, somewhat bewildered, while the ladies exchanged knowing smiles.

—Uh... we were going to give them some privacy... —the boy's father began to say, hesitating.

Suzanne arched an eyebrow and, with a smile that mixed authority and charm, replied:
—Who gave you permission to move?

The room fell silent for a moment. The ladies around her seemed to be enjoying the scene, watching as the men lowered their gaze, showing their submission to Suzanne's imposing aura.

The young man's mother intervened with an amused smile:
—I think Suzanne is right. It is better that you stay here. Don't you think so?

The 4 men nodded immediately, not daring to argue.

Suzanne crossed her legs elegantly, letting the heel of one of her boots lightly tap against the floor, a sound that accentuated her presence. Then, she pointed to a space next to the seats:
—Stand here, on your knees. So they are ready for when the ladies need something.

Without hesitation, the men obeyed, taking the indicated position. The three ladies laughed softly, while Suzanne leaned her back against the chair with a satisfied expression.

“That's much better. Now we can enjoy the races without interruptions,” Suzanne concluded, while the others nodded, each one perfectly understanding their place at that moment.

Thus, the dynamic of power and submission continues in which the roles are clearly defined, both between people and in their relationship with others. The men obey Suzanne while she enjoys her dominant position and is confident of her control over the situation. In this context, the horse races become a kind of backdrop while the interactions between the characters reflect this power dynamic.

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On the way from the racetrack to Suzanne's establishment, the group will act as follows:

First van
Leader: The young man's mother.
Escort: Suzanne.
Loading area: The mother's father-in-law and a ponyboy, both with their girlfriends firmly secured to the body to ensure their safety during the journey.

Second van
Leader: The mother's sister.
Escort: The mother's sister-in-law.
Loading area: The mother's husband and the mother's father, also secured with the girlfriends to avoid any incidents.
The arrangement guaranteed that both the ladies and the "human horses" traveled safely and in an organized manner. Upon arriving at Suzanne's stable, the atmosphere changed to a more relaxed dynamic oriented towards getting to know the place and sharing with everyone.

Upon arriving at Suzanne's stable, the guests were amazed by the impeccable order and strict discipline that characterized the place. It was evident that all of the boys played their roles as horses with dedication and commitment.

What was most striking was the internal dynamics of the stable. When there were no women around to ride them, some boys would temporarily leave their role as horses to become grooms. In this role, they were responsible for caring for their companions, ensuring that they were well fed, rested, and prepared to fulfill their role as horses at any time.

This self-managed system not only maintained harmony in the stable, but also demonstrated a strong sense of camaraderie and mutual support among the boys. For the female guests, this level of organization was both impressive and revealing of Suzanne's commitment to the well-being and discipline of her stable.

The young man's mother and aunts exchanged glances, sharing their admiration for the workings of the place. Although the concept might have seemed unusual, there was no doubt that Suzanne had created an environment where each individual knew his role and performed it with excellence.

Suzanne and her guests took advantage of the moment to experience the fullness of the carefully organized environment that the stable offered. Each chose a horse, some on two legs and others on four, depending on the preference of each rider.

The ladies took turns riding their two-legged males, enjoying the feeling of mastery and connection that came with being carried on shoulders. The strength and stability of the human horses allowed them to feel safe as they toured the surroundings of the stable. The laughter and flattering comments between them added to the joy of the experience.

Later, they decided to switch to four-legged mode. The horses, kneeling on their hands and knees, docilely received their riders. This closer-to-the-ground style allowed the ladies to enjoy a more direct connection with the environment as they explored the place.

The horses' discipline and obedience further impressed the guests, who could not stop praising Suzanne for her mastery in putting together such a unique stable. For them, this moment represented not only a fun activity, but also an experience that reinforced their confidence in their ability to lead and enjoy the devotion of their chosen horses.

The young man's mother said to Suzanne: "I would love for my husband, dad and father-in-law to have the same spirit as your horses."

Suzanne smiled confidently at the young man's mother's comment and replied:

—"It's all about training, patience and firm but fair leadership. Here, each horse knows its place, and also understands that being obedient and disciplined is not only its duty, but a way of demonstrating its devotion to us. If you want, I can help you instill that spirit in them."

The young man's mother nodded, intrigued by the proposal.

—"That would be fantastic, Suzanne. I think it could be beneficial for them... and for us. But how would you do it?"

Suzanne explained:

—"First, it is essential to establish a clear relationship of mutual respect. They need to understand that obeying is not a loss of dignity, but a sign of trust in those who guide them. Then, with consistent routines and activities that reinforce their role, the rest comes naturally. It also helps if we ladies maintain a firm and confident posture. Do you want us to start right now with a couple of basic exercises?"

The young man's mother, fascinated by the idea, responded enthusiastically:

—"Of course. I am ready to learn from you, and I am sure that my husband, dad and father-in-law will be happy to collaborate."

Suzanne smiled and pointed towards the center of the stable:

—"So, let's get started! This will be fun and, in addition, revealing for everyone."

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Suzanne (22)

Suzanne stood in the center of the stable, her commanding and confident presence commanding respect and attention from both the ladies and the human horses. With an elegant sweep of her arm, she pointed to the three lady riders: the young man's mother, as well as her sister and her sister-in-law.

—"Ladies, this will be a simple choreography to begin with. I want you to tune your movements to those of your horses. The grace of the rider must be complemented by the strength and obedience of the horse."

The human horses, kneeling in position, watched Suzanne intently, ready to act on command.

—"First, mount your horses with grace. Remember that every movement reflects your control and confidence."

The three ladies stepped forward. The young man's mother stood over her husband, the sister over her own father, and the sister-in-law over their father-in-law. With a mix of enthusiasm and precision, they mounted on all fours, adjusting the reins carefully and making sure their postures were impeccable.

Suzanne began to set the pace with a snap of her fingers.

—"Now, horses, move forward on my signal. Keep a firm, even pace. Rider and horse must move as one unit."

The men began to move forward on all fours, lining up in a circle around Suzanne. The ladies, with the reins firmly in their hands, led with grace, their laughter and expressions of enjoyment lighting up the atmosphere.

—"Very good," Suzanne praised. "Now we will add turns. On the count of three, I want each rider to guide their horse to the center and then back, as if they were drawing a star."

The exercise continued, with the human horses demonstrating obedience and effort, while the ladies perfected their mastery in each movement.

—"Perfect!" Suzanne exclaimed after several minutes of practice. "This is just the beginning. In no time, your horses will be perfectly trained, and you will be able to lead any choreography with complete confidence."

The three ladies dismounted gracefully, petting their human horses in recognition of their effort.

"Suzanne, this is incredible," said the young man's mother, with a mixture of admiration and pride. "Not only are we enjoying ourselves, but we are learning to lead in a way we never imagined."

Suzanne nodded, satisfied with the results.

"That is the purpose," she replied. "The connection between rider and horse goes beyond play. It is an art, and you are beginning to master it."

Suzanne, with a confident smile, pointed to the men who still remained silent, waiting for further instructions.

"Horses, change position. You will now stand to carry your riders on your shoulders. This exercise will be a test of strength and coordination. Riders, prepare to climb gracefully."

The human horses, obeying instantly, rose and took a firm stance. The ladies stood in front of them, adjusting their reins and checking that they were ready to bear them.

“Good, now climb carefully,” Suzanne instructed.

The young man’s mother climbed gracefully onto her husband’s shoulders, the sister did the same with her father, and the sister-in-law mounted her father-in-law. Each rider took position, making sure their legs were balanced around the human horse’s neck and the reins were firm in their hands.

Suzanne stepped back, watching intently.

“Perfect. Now, follow my signal. We’re going to practice simple movements: forward, turn, and stop. I want fluidity in each action. Remember, the rider leads, but the horse must respond with strength and precision.”

In time with Suzanne’s commands, the horses began to move. First, they advanced in a straight line, their steps firm and controlled. Then, following a snap from Suzanne, they performed gentle turns in a circle.

“Excellent! Now, let’s try a change of pace,” Suzanne exclaimed. “Horses, quicken your pace, but keep your stability.”

The men sped up slightly, their movements synchronized, while the ladies kept their balance naturally, their laughter filling the stable.

“Very good. Now, as they stop, the horses should lean slightly to facilitate the dismounting of their riders,” Suzanne added.

At the command, the men bowed carefully, allowing the ladies to dismount with the same grace as they had mounted.

“Fantastic work!” Suzanne praised. “See how the connection between rider and horse improves with each exercise? This is not only physical training, but also a bond of trust and mutual control.”

The ladies applauded and hugged their human horses, thanking them for their effort.

—"Suzanne, this is amazing," the young man's mother's sister commented. "I didn't know my dad could be so strong and disciplined. This is really changing how we view this bond."

—"That's right," Suzanne replied, with a proud smile. "And we're just getting started. With practice, you'll be able to perform even more complex choreographies. You've done excellent!"

The dreamed rider

https://www.deviantart.com/princessfreya00/art/Conquered-1122716001 

https://www.deviantart.com/princessfreya00/art/Her- … se-1118412676 

this saddle

https://www.deviantart.com/gegeler1/art/6-117-1125334018