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Equestrian cheerleaders balance their daily lives with their activities at events.

In the mornings, the student riders attend school or college, devoting themselves to learning and their academic goals; those who work fulfill their work responsibilities, whether in offices, businesses, or performing trades; the mother within the group combines her time between caring for her children and household chores, making sure that her family responsibilities are taken care of.

The early afternoons are dedicated to their personal activities, such as studying, exercising, or collaborating with their communities. Before the events, the riders prepare carefully, choosing their outfits and making sure that everything is in order for the dynamics.

During the late afternoon hours, they participate as equestrian cheerleaders at events, promoting teamwork, family unity, and healthy fun. During these events, they connect with attendees in a meaningful way, riding them on their shoulders, leaving a positive and memorable impression.

In the evenings, after the event, they return home riding on the shoulders of their bridled and saddled horses. If necessary, they care for them in the stable and ensure their well-being before they return to their own homes. The mother makes sure her children are ready for the next day, supervising schoolwork and nighttime routines.

In the case of the mother, her role as a rider adds an inspiring element. She demonstrates that it is possible to be a mother, worker, and community leader, while bringing a touch of empathy and strength to the events. Her ability to handle multiple responsibilities serves as an example for other participants, especially other women seeking to balance family life with their personal aspirations.

This routine shows the riders' commitment to their personal lives and the positive impact they make at events.

At their meetings, they comment on their family members' reactions to them riding on the shoulders of their horses. One of them says, “My boyfriend says I should charge a toll for my horses, and he'd like to join as my horse.” They laugh, replying, “Your boyfriend sure has ideas! Imagine, charging a toll! Although if he joins as your horse, he wouldn't have to pay anymore, right?” “That reminds me of my brother. He says I should start a 'horse club' and charge membership. He thinks it would be a great business!” “My cousin says I should have 'name tags' for my horses. She says it would be more professional!” “Oh, but your boyfriend is so creative! If he joins as your horse, he'll understand what it means to be part of the 'herd.' Let's see if he follows through with his toll idea.” "Mine doesn't say anything about getting paid, but he always asks me: 'When is it my turn to be your horse?' He seems more excited than I am about all this!"

Amidst the laughter and curiosity of the group, one of the riders, with a joking and complicit tone, asks the last rider: "Well, well, we want details... would you ride your boyfriend if he asks so much?", "Of course you would! Although I would have to train him first. I can't allow my special horse not to be up to par, right?", "Personalized training! And have you already given him a nickname for his horse?", "Not yet, but he himself jokes that he could be my 'luxury horse'. Look, he has high aspirations!", "That's true love! If he's willing to carry you on his shoulders and still be happy, then he's a keeper."

The conversation continues amid laughter and jokes, highlighting the good atmosphere and complicity that unites them.

Another rider says: “My boyfriend says: ‘I just hope you don’t get too excited and tire them out, because then you’ll need them for another ride. ’” The other riders laugh enthusiastically at this comment, and one of them, always with the funny and mischievous tone that characterizes them, responds: “How considerate! He’s already thinking about the next ride, quite a strategist.”, “It seems that he understands your priorities well. That’s love and logistics combined!”, “And what do you say to him when he says that? Do you assure him that you know how to manage your ‘horses’?”, “Of course, I tell him that my horses have stamina and that they will always be ready… besides, he knows that he could also join if he wants!”, “Poor thing, he must be thinking about his back already, you can see the future!”

The atmosphere is filled with laughter and witty comments, reflecting the good humor and complicity between the riders as they share anecdotes and jokes about their experiences.

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Another rider laughed, "My grandmother can hardly believe it! She said, 'I've only ridden real horses, but you've been an innovator!' I replied, 'My human horses are real horses, too.'" The riders burst out laughing at the comment, and, still laughing, add, "Your grandmother must be thinking that you've taken horse riding to another level! I'm sure she sees you as a pioneer now." "Now that's a stylish answer. 'Real horses' and humans! You put a modern spin on your grandmother's traditions." "Your grandmother probably thought, 'Why didn't I think of that before?' But hey, innovation comes with every generation!" "I can just imagine your grandmother telling her friends: 'My granddaughter has horses... but not like the ones you're thinking of.'" "Well, if she rode equines and you ride human horses, then clearly the equestrian spirit runs through your blood!"
The conversation continues lively, with the riders exchanging stories about how their families react to their dynamics, always with humor, complicity and laughter, highlighting the fun and unexpectedness of their experiences.

When asked: "At events we meet men who transform into our horses. Do any of them continue to be your horse and do you ride them in your daily activities?" The riders look at each other with laughter, and one of them takes the initiative to answer: "Of course! One of them not only continues to be my horse, but he even asks me: 'Is there a ride today too, boss?' It's like a ritual between us." "It's the same for me. One of the guys offered to take me after the event, and ever since then, he's always available. He says it's his way of getting exercise and feeling useful." "I have a super dedicated horse! He accompanies me on my rides around town, carrying bags, backpacks, and of course, he's ridden by me. He even says, 'Are we going for a jog or a slow walk today?'" "In my case, one of them has become part of my daily routine. He takes me from home to work and back. Even my neighbors say, 'There goes your personal horse.'" "I don't always need him, but when I do, he's there, ready and willing. He says he loves the idea of ​​me riding him, because it gives him 'status' among the others."

The other riders nod, sharing similar stories of how some volunteers have been so enchanted by the dynamic that they've decided to continue as his faithful "horses" even outside of events, forming a bond of trust and camaraderie that transcends meetings.

One rider says: "My cousin affectionately calls me 'mare' because I'm imposing and have a good body, which is ironic because he's my horse, riding on his back while he's on all fours and on his shoulders." She continued: "One day I went to the racetrack with my aunt, his mother, and they introduced me to the jockeys. When he found out, my cousin asked: 'What happened, little mare? Did the jockeys ride you?' I replied: 'On the contrary.'"

The female riders burst out laughing at their companion's anecdote. One of them said, laughing: "Now that's a stylish answer! I'm sure your cousin didn't have anything to say after that." Another said jokingly: "Now I understand why he calls you 'mare'! With that imposing attitude, even the jockeys must have been speechless." Another, with a smile: "I can imagine your cousin's face trying to process that answer. I'm sure he thought twice before asking you a question like that again!" The jockey concluded: "Of course, when you have so much charisma and control, even at the racetrack you decide who is in charge. Not even the jockeys are safe!"

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"Ah, that's the best. After an exciting race, the youngest of the group won. When I congratulated him and walked up for the victory lap, he seemed nervous but excited. In front of everyone, I bridled him, saddled him, and rode him off, telling him, 'Easy, just walk straight and hold on tight. I know how to ride well.' And so, we rode around while the others cheered."

The group burst into laughter and applause, celebrating the clever way their companion had handled the situation and turned a simple trip to the racetrack into a memorable event.

She continued: “He turned around on the small 1000-metre track, I felt him stagger, I said to him: ‘one of your colleagues can replace you’ but he said: ‘no, because I am your horse and you deserve to ride me the whole lap,’ then he started to walk in a zigzag, the oldest jockey came up to him, I explained to him: ‘I offered to be replaced by another one, but he doesn’t want to’ 2 jockeys accompanied him to the finish line, in case he fell I would ride another one.”

The other riders listened attentively, enjoying every detail. Their companion’s narrative seemed to have them hooked. “And how did it all end? Was he able to make it to the end without falling?”

“Yes, at first, his walk was unsteady, but he recovered. The jockeys supported him to make sure he didn’t fall, but he insisted on continuing. When he finally crossed the finish line, he was exhausted, but with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he had really accomplished something special."

The others commented: "Wow, what determination! Now that's loyalty to his rider." "And to his mare! Hahaha, I'm sure he didn't want to miss the opportunity to be your horse for the whole race." "Yeah, right, who could resist being the horse of someone like you?"

"The good thing is that he finished the race and of course, as a thank you, I let him enjoy the lap by kissing my boots and having a little break on the track. Then, I said to him: 'Next time, let's try something less challenging for you, okay?' But he just kept looking, as if he was ready for another challenge."

One rider said, "That's the thing, once you become their rider, they can't resist continuing to prove their loyalty."
The riders continued to laugh and comment on how their horses, just like in their daily dynamics, never cease to amaze them with their dedication and willingness.

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“You said you bridle and saddle the jockey before riding him.”

“Yes.”

“How?”

The rider explained with a serene look as her fellow riders listened attentively. “It's something I've noticed over time, that jockeys, being so connected to horses in their daily work, end up sharing some of their characteristics and passions. It's as if, by knowing the movements of horses thoroughly, they feel the desire to experience that feeling of being ridden as well. And for me, that is reflected in the way I treat them.”

“And how do you get them to accept that dynamic, instead of feeling uncomfortable?”

"Well, the key is trust and respecting their boundaries. While it's true that they have that passion, it's also important that they feel comfortable with the process. Just like a horse, a jockey needs to feel safe and confident before taking on the role of being ridden. I FIT THEM ALL THE EQUIPMENT PRECISELY: THE BIT, THE BRIDLE, THE SADDLE WITH STIRRUPS, AND THE REINS. EVERYTHING HAS TO BE MADE TO THEIR BODY, TO THEIR COMFORT."

And they don't have problems with that? Don't they feel that it's uncomfortable or strange for them?"

"At first, it may seem a little strange, but after a few experiences, they realize that, just like with horses, the equipment gives them control and allows them to stay safe. It's as if they somehow feel part of that same world, but with a different perspective. And, in general, they adapt quite well to the dynamic. It's a way to maintain that special bond between rider and horse, but also to reinforce mutual trust."

"It's a very interesting approach, because it's not just about riding, but about everything that involves teamwork and trust, both for the horse and the jockey."

"Exactly. All of this is not just about riding, it's about connection and understanding. When the jockey wears the riding equipment and follows the same process as a horse, that connection is strengthened even more. And, at the end of the day, it's about enjoying the experience of being part of something bigger together."

The other riders reflected on her words, understanding how everything related to teamwork, mutual respect and trust carried over into their daily experiences with the jockeys.

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The following Sunday, the female rider goes with 6 others, totaling 7 female riders. Young men approach them, admiring their stature, height, figure, perfect curves highlighting their breasts, narrow waist, buttocks, hips and thighs, as well as their riding clothes. The female riders are making a great impression with their presence, which highlights both their physical beauty and the way they present themselves. The combination of their bearing, clothing and confidence attracts the attention and admiration of those around them. This creates a vibrant and respectful atmosphere at the event, where their personal characteristics and lifestyle become part of the appeal of the experience.

After the races, the female riders stay in the box, the female rider says: "It's time" and they all go to the jockeys' room. Upon arriving at the jockeys' room, the female riders feel in their element, and the atmosphere changes to a mix of expectation and camaraderie. The rider who spoke initially smiles confidently as she leads the group into the room. She says, with a mischievous look: “This is our space, and today we make the rules.” The other riders gather around her, clearly excited, and laughter and jokes begin to circulate, while the jockeys, already accustomed to their presence, observe them with respect and admiration. After all, they are the stars of the day.

The jockeys fall to their knees, lean on their hands and approach the riders crawling on all fours.

The riders observe the scene with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. The jockeys, by falling to their knees and crawling, show a submissive and respectful attitude, in recognition of the riders who, as leaders of this dynamic, remain firm and secure in their role.

The riders, without losing their confidence, smile at each other, knowing that they are in control of the situation. It is a moment full of symbolism and power, where the female riders become the center of attention and the jockeys assume their role as followers.

The jockeys kiss the female riders' boots, making themselves available to them. The female riders, seeing the jockeys willing and submissive, feel in control of the situation. The power dynamic remains a constant between the female riders and their horses, with each one adopting a clearly defined role. The tension generated by this power relationship is a fundamental part of what the female riders have created in their interactions.

The female riders decide to race horses, each one chooses a jockey, bridles him, saddles him and rides on her shoulders, the female riders, on the shoulders of their horses, position themselves at the starting line of the race. The 100-meter track is clearly marked, with each rider ready to begin the competition. The jockeys, who are well prepared with their bridles and saddles, line up at the starting gate. At the signal, all the horses (the jockeys) start running at high speed, carrying the female riders on their shoulders.

The dynamics of the race focus not only on the speed and skill of the jockeys, but also on the ability of the female riders to stay steady and balanced while riding them. As the race progresses, the excitement intensifies, with the female riders encouraging their horses and motivating them to go faster.

The female riders use reins, whips and spurs to lead their horses, demonstrating their mastery and control over their horses (the jockeys). By using the reins, they direct the direction of the race, while the whip is used to motivate or increase speed. The spurs are to encourage their horses to go faster, adding a touch of competitiveness and challenge to the race.

The use of these elements underlines the nature of the competition, where the riders not only depend on the skill of their horses, but also on their own mastery and dexterity in guiding them through the arena.

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The female riders flirtatiously asked the jockeys: "How did your calling to be a horse and be ridden in races come about?"

The jockeys responded: "The first time someone asked me to carry her on my shoulders, I thought it was a game, but I felt a special connection. I realized that I liked seeing the happiness on her face while I was carrying her." "Working with racehorses, I learned to admire their strength and spirit. When I was asked to participate in a dynamic of being ridden, I felt like I was paying homage to those animals that I respect so much." "For me, being a 'horse' is not just carrying someone, it is assuming a symbolic role of support and strength. I like the dynamic of trust that is formed between the rider and the human horse." "To be honest, at first it was just a physical challenge, but over time, I understood that there is something special about being part of a race or ride. It is a pride to know that someone trusts me to carry her." “The first time someone rode me it was more of a game than anything else, but I was surprised at how natural it felt. It was like a new kind of connection, a different way of being a rider… but in reverse.” “Being ridden wasn’t something I imagined at first, but when it happened, I discovered that there’s something very special about role-swapping. It’s a mix of trust, fun, and a bit of a physical challenge.” “Working with racehorses, I always admired their strength and endurance. When someone suggested that I take on the role of a horse, I thought, ‘Why not?’ Now, I understand the animals I admire so much better.”

The female riders asked, “From what age are you being ridden and what were your first experiences like?”

They answered, “I think I was about seven or eight. It was more of a game with my female cousins. They always said to me, ‘You’re our little horse!’ At first, I thought it was just a joke, but over time I realized how much fun it could be.” "It was in my teens, maybe 14 or 15, at a family party. Someone suggested a horse race, and I was the first to be chosen. Even though I didn't win, the laughter and excitement of being ridden made me see everything in a different light." "My first time was with my older sister. She was always my role model and had a special way of motivating me. She told me, ‘If you want to really understand horses, you have to feel what they feel.’ So she put a blanket on my back and had me ride her around the yard." "It started out as an exercise on the riding team. They'd have us take turns riding each other to strengthen our legs and backs. After a while, it became a regular thing, and I ended up enjoying it more than I expected." "I think I was about 10 when my older female cousin decided I was her 'personal horse.' She had so much fun riding me around the house that she started calling me 'her special steed.'" Sometimes I think that from that moment on, my calling was engraved in my mind."

The riders, laughing, asked again: "Were your first riders women or girls older than you?"

The riders answered, acknowledging the influence that the older girls had in those early moments: "Of course! Who else could it have been? My cousins ​​and my older sister always 'volunteered' me. They said they needed a strong horse, and there I was, willing, even though I didn't have much of a choice." "Yes, my first riders were older girls. My cousin had such a bossy character that I would simply say: 'Yes, ma'am,' and kneel. But now that I think about it, they were fun times, although at the time I didn't know whether to laugh or protest." "They were definitely older women. They always had that mix of authority and tenderness that made it impossible to say no. And well, over time, I realized that they had all the experience and knew how to direct their 'horse.'" "Yes, they were older than me. My sister and her friends used me as the official horse at meetings. I thought it was because I was the strongest, but now I suspect they just found it funny watching me try to keep my balance." "Let's say yes. They were older, and they had that charm that made you want to be the best horse. How could I say no when they said, 'Go on, get on all fours, it'll be fun'?"

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She noticed some restraints, and asked: “What are they for?” The employee said: “To prevent your horse from using its hands to grab things or hold on to you, the horse has no hands.”

The young lady, a dominant figure, shows curiosity about restraints, such as restraints, which are presented as a way to keep her “horse” (the fifty-something) under total control.

The employee's response that restraints are to prevent the “horse” from using its hands reinforces the idea of ​​submission, trying to apply rules or techniques used on animals to maintain control over a person. This type of situation plays with role dynamics, but also highlights the asymmetry of power in the relationship between the young woman and the adult.

She tied the fifty-year-old's hands and arms and says, "Now he has no arms or hands," the employee tells her, "If you put a horse mask on him, you completely animalize him and totally dehumanize him." The young lady smiles at him.

The young lady exerts absolute control over the adult, transforming the interaction into an exercise of power, domination and subjugation. The employee's response about the "horse mask" suggests a deeper level of dehumanization and control, where the idea of ​​"animalizing" the fifty-year-old completes the process of turning him into an object of domination with no ability to resist or question.

The use of the mask, as the employee suggests, is an additional step in transforming the adult into something closer to a "pet" or "object," stripping him of his humanity to make him completely submissive. The young lady, by smiling at this comment, seems to enjoy the power she has over him, showing that she feels completely comfortable and in control of the situation.

The young woman says, “Horse mask? Give it to me!”

The young woman’s request for the “horse mask” further reinforces her role as the dominant figure in the situation. Her direct demand shows how she continues to take control of the interaction, while the employee seems ready to follow her lead. The fact that she asks for the mask so decisively highlights her confidence in the situation and in her ability to impose her will.

The power dynamic continues to be very marked, with the young woman exerting almost absolute authority over the adult. She controls while the adult remains submissive to her wishes and decisions.

Upon handing him the horse mask, the employee reports, “This mask has several functions, one of them is to cover his eyes so that he blindly trusts you and follows your instructions.”

The revelation that the mask has multiple functions, including limiting the adult’s vision, adds an additional layer of control and submission to the dynamic between the young woman and the fifty-something man. By covering the fifty-something's eyes, he loses one of his key senses, leaving himself completely vulnerable and trusting in the one leading him, the young lady. This type of control over the senses highlights the asymmetry of power, where the young woman has the ability to completely manipulate the situation and guide the adult without resistance.

The concept of "blindly trusting" her implies a level of absolute surrender, where the adult is forced to completely rely on her instructions and direction. This element of blind trust is interpreted as a form of complete surrender, which aligns with the role reversal and domination game present in the scene.

Thus, the subjugation of the adult figure is further deepened, while the young woman maintains a position of absolute control and power.

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The clerk said, “The horses will be here in 2 hours. If you want, the young lady can wait in a bedroom in the building, and the gentleman can wait in a stall in the stable.”

The clerk offers options for the characters to accommodate themselves while they wait. The distinction between the young girl’s waiting place (a bedroom) and the fifty-year-old’s (a stall in the stable) reinforces the differences in treatment and status of each within this narrative. The fact that the young girl can wait in a bedroom, while the adult must wait in the stable, seems to be a way of further underlining the hierarchy between them, with her enjoying a more comfortable and higher-status space, while he is relegated to a more humble place, in keeping with the image of “subjugation” that has developed.

The teenager and the fifty-year-old meet in the car, she puts a bit, bridle, and saddle with stirrups on him, and she rides to the bus stop, where the bus arrives with more female riders and horses.

Thus, the dynamic of power and control continues to develop, with the teenager maintaining her dominant role, by putting the bit, bridle, and saddle on the fifty-year-old, who continues to be described as a "horse" under her control. The fact that she "rides" to the bus stop further emphasizes her authority and the role of the adult as an object of submission.

When the bus arrives with more female riders and horses, the scene expands the narrative to a larger group of people under the same type of power dynamic. This reinforces the image of a community where the young ladies are the dominant figures, while the men, represented as horses, are subordinate to them. With roles of domination and submission, in which the ladies exercise absolute control over the men.

On the esplanade, on one side are the ladies, the riders, and on the other side are the men, the horses. The teenager chooses four horses, bridles them, saddles them and ties four reins to her belt. She approaches the fifty-year-old and says goodbye: “You take the car,” “Yes, Mistress,” “You leave your harness at my house, you give it to my mother, if she wants to ride you, let her do it.”

The scene concludes by reaffirming the previously established dynamic of power and control. The teenager, by selecting and preparing her “horses,” once again shows her authority and ability to command. The farewell to the fifty-year-old not only closes the interaction between the two, but also extends the narrative by implicating the young woman's mother in the relationship of domination.

The use of terms such as “Mistress” reinforces the tone of total submission on the part of the fifty-year-old, who accepts not only her orders, but also the possibility that his role continues under the control of another female figure in the family. The scene ends with a clear hierarchy established, with the young woman as the dominant figure and the fifty-year-old in a subordinate role.

She rides her first horse, the fifty-year-old kneels and kisses her boots, then she goes towards the village followed by her other three horses. The fifty-year-old follows her with his gaze, she stops her horse and turns her torso to say goodbye to the fifty-year-old with air kisses. Then she continues her march, while bitter tears come out of the fifty-year-old's eyes.

The scene ends with a mix of power, emotion and symbolism. The teenager reaffirms her dominant position by riding away on her first "horse", while the other three follow her obediently. The action of the fifty-year-old, kneeling to kiss her boots, underlines his submission and reverence towards her.

Her gesture of stopping to say goodbye with air kisses adds a touch of lightness and farewell, but can also be interpreted as a display of emotional control, leaving the fifty-year-old with deep and contradictory emotions. The fifty-year-old's bitter tears are a symbol of his helplessness, his unrequited devotion, or the realization of his subordinate position in this relationship.

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The mother smiles with satisfaction at the fifty-year-old's firm response. "I hope so," she says as she adjusts the reins with a meticulous gesture. "My daughter has high standards, and I accept no less."

She gives the reins a little tug to test their strength and continues, "Now, you will walk around this room like a real horse. Keep your back straight and follow my instructions to the letter. Come on, get moving."

The fifty-year-old, carrying the saddle and bridle, begins to slowly advance around the room, maintaining as firm and stable a posture as possible. The mother walks beside him, holding the reins in one hand while using the other to make small adjustments or correct any movement that does not meet her expectations.

After a few laps around the room, the mother stops and says, "Well, not bad for a start. But you still have a lot to learn to be on par with my daughter."

Gesturing towards the saddle, he adds, “Now, lean over. We’re going to see how it feels to ride you.”

The fifty-something, without hesitation, leans forward, allowing the mother to easily climb into the saddle. She settles in, adjusts the stirrups, and firmly takes hold of the reins.

“Good,” he says with an authoritative smile. “Now you look like a horse. Let’s practice a little more before my daughter returns.”

The rider’s mother was dressed in an outfit that highlighted her presence and authority, while also being practical for the situation. She was wearing: A tight white blouse that accentuated her figure, with lace details on the sleeves that gave it a touch of elegance; beige riding breeches designed for horse riding, comfortable and tight, that highlighted her long legs; black leather riding boots up to the knees, with an impeccable shine, that commanded respect every time she moved; a wide, dark brown belt with a striking buckle, which completed her outfit. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, projecting a sophisticated air, and small pearl earrings and a gold watch combined simplicity and style.

The fifty-year-old, being "ridden" by the teenager's mother, was moving according to the dynamics imposed by his role as a "human horse." Following a series of instructions and movements. According to this situation, his movement was governed by the direction and control that the mother exercised over him, through the reins and her posture on the saddle.

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The father made a video call to his daughter. "Hey, little girl," "Hello, dad," "I see you're walking through the streets of the village," "Walking, me? Dad! I don't walk in this village!"

The father smiled at his daughter's firm response and commented, "You're right, little girl. You always go your own way, always standing out."

She, with a confident laugh, turned the camera of her video call to show her surroundings: "Look, dad, here I am riding as usual. This is my village, and I am its rider."

The camera showed his "horses" perfectly bridled and following his commands with precision. The father couldn't help but burst out laughing. "I knew it would be something like this. Here at home, your mom is not far behind. It seems she found inspiration in you."

The daughter raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "What did mom do this time, dad?"

The father, laughing, replied, "He's riding your friend's friend. He says he's training him to be worthy of this family."

Seeing the "horse" his daughter is riding, the father said to his daughter, "Don Fermin is too old to be your horse," Don Fermin listened and said, "Your pants will be old, I'm young and strong, that's why I'm your daughter's horse," the father said, "Okay, you're a young man in your eighties, almost nineties, but with the vitality of a teenager."

The daughter couldn't contain her laughter as she listened to the interaction between her father and Don Fermin. Stroking Don Fermin's neck as she rode him, she playfully commented, "Dad, my horses are eternal as long as they have the spirit and energy to carry me proudly. And look at Don Fermin, he's stronger and more dedicated than many young people!"

Don Fermin, with a satisfied smile, added: "Sir, your daughter makes me younger. As long as she chooses me as her horse, I'll be here, firm and ready."

The father, amused, nodded with a mocking smile. "Okay, Don Fermin, I admit it. You are a young man of eighty-something with a heart of steel. But don't abuse it, eh? My daughter must be looked after, not just carried."

Don Fermin, proud, replied: "I will always look after her, sir. I am not only her horse, I am her protector!"

The daughter, laughing, concluded: "That is what I love about my horses, dad. They not only take me where I want to go as I ride them using reins, spurs and whip, they also do it with all the respect and devotion in the world."

The young girl laughed out loud as she guided her "horse" to its next stop. "It seems that the legacy is spreading. Take care of yourselves there, Dad. I have everything under control here."

The father says, "I see that there are people with you older and younger than you."

The daughter nodded with a smile, knowing well what her father was referring to. "Yes, Dad, the diversity in my horses is what makes them so special. Each one brings something unique, no matter their age."

Don Fermin, upon hearing the comment, who is under the saddle on which the teenager is sitting, showing a proud posture. "What matters is not the age, but the dedication and the willingness to serve. I am here for her, as always."

The father, observing the other horses with a critical but loving look, commented in a thoughtful tone: "It is true, but I do not want them to forget that each stage has its challenges. We must be attentive so that my daughter is always safe."

The daughter, without losing her confident tone, replied, "Don't worry, Dad. I'm surrounded by horses that understand me. You know, I've got everything under control!"

The father let out a soft laugh, feeling proud of his daughter. "I know, daughter, I know. Sometimes I'm surprised at how capable you are."

She, leading her horses, cast a playful glance at him. "Dad, if you ever need me to remind you how it's done, you know where to find me."

The father, resigned and amused at the same time, said, "I'll keep that in mind, daughter. Be careful, and don't forget that I'll always be here for you."

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The father looked for his wife, found her on the shoulders of the fifty-year-old, he asked: “How is the horse?”

The wife, with a wide smile and clearly enjoying the situation, replied while stroking the fifty-year-old's hair: "It's an excellent horse, dear. Obedient, strong and docile. I would say it's one of the best I've ridden."

The fifty-year-old, although visibly tired, smiled shyly and added: "I'm just doing my best, sir."

The father crossed his arms, nodding with a mixture of amusement and wonder. "You seem to be enjoying this experience very much. Do you think we should make some improvements to your 'horse' to make it even more comfortable for you?"

The wife laughed softly and said: "I don't think it's necessary, it's already perfectly equipped. Besides, it's very attentive. When I pull the reins, it responds instantly."

The father looked at the fifty-year-old and asked in a joking tone: "And you? How was your experience as a horse? Do you feel well treated?"

The fifty-year-old, without raising his head, humbly replied: "As long as she is happy, I am too, sir."

The father laughed and said: "Well, it seems that you have a promising future as a 'horse' in this family. Just make sure you don't exhaust yourself too much!"

The father asked the fifty-year-old: "Who do you live with? Do you have a family?"

The fifty-year-old, still with his head slightly bowed in respect, replied in a serene voice: "I live alone, sir. I don't have a wife or children living with me. My family is far away, my son lives in another house and we visit each other, but I have always been fine like this. I dedicate myself to my work and, well... now also to serving his family."

The dad nodded, pondering for a moment before replying, "Funny how life puts us on unexpected paths, isn't it? You're part of our dynamic now... in a rather peculiar way."

The fifty-year-old smiled shyly, trying to appear grateful. "I'm honored, sir. Your family is special, and I feel useful being part of what they need."

The wife, still riding, interrupted with an amused smile, "Especially me, right? I seem to have found in you a perfect companion for these moments."

The fifty-year-old nodded quickly. "Of course, ma'am. Whatever you need."

The dad laughed and said jokingly, "Well, it seems you don't have anyone else to boss you around, so my wife and daughter are taking advantage of the opportunity."

The fifty-year-old humbly replied, "As long as I can make them happy, sir, I'll be here."

The Teenage Rider (12)

They always sleep with the lights on, just in case there was an emergency. Mom's phone rang, she woke up and sat astride her husband. “Mom, our horse's son called me, his dad is not home.

“I know, daughter, he is in a stall at the stable.” “Mom, you need to wear a riding outfit because he is going to go home, bridle him, saddle him, ride him and lead him to another stall at the stable so he can rest too.”

Mom, still somewhat sleepy, settled on top of her husband while talking on the phone to her daughter. “Understood, daughter,” she replied calmly. Her husband, beneath her, barely murmured something in his sleep, without opening his eyes.

Gently, Mom slid out of bed and began to get ready. She put on an appropriate riding outfit: a tight blouse, tight pants, tall riding boots and leather gloves. She made sure to bring the reins and necessary equipment with her, including a bridle and saddle.

Before leaving the bedroom, she left a kiss on the cheek of her husband, who was still fast asleep. "I'll be back soon," she whispered.

Arriving at the stable, she found the fifty-year-old resting in his stall. With deft, determined movements, she prepared him: She untied the reins from the hoop and grabbed them firmly, adjusted the saddle, mounted him, and led him out of the stall while holding him firmly by the reins. "Come on, it's time for you to rest somewhere else," she said with a reassuring smile.

Riding him skillfully, she guided him to a new stall in the stable. Upon arrival, she helped him settle in and secured the reins in the hoop. "Rest here," she said, bidding him farewell with a kind gesture before heading home to continue the night.

When she was in the living room, the doorbell rang, she asked from behind the door: “Who is it?”, they answered: “I am a friend of your daughter and my father is in a stable or something like that at his house” The mother laughed saying: “I was sleepy, the one who should be bridling, saddling, riding and driving was the son, not the father.”

She looked through the fisheye: “I don’t see you,” “I’m on my knees.”

When she was in the living room, the doorbell rang, she asked from behind the door: “Who is it?”, they answered: “I am a friend of your daughter and my father is in a stable at his house” The mother laughed saying: “I was sleepy, the one who should be bridling, saddling, riding and driving was the son, not the father.” She looked through the fisheye: “I don’t see you,” “I’m on my knees.”

The mother opened the door with a mixture of surprise and amusement reflected on her face. The young man, still kneeling in front of her, looked up after kissing her boots and murmured, "Thank you, ma'am."

With a graceful gesture, she invited him in as she closed the door behind him. "Stand up and follow me," she said in a firm but kind voice. The young man, however, remained on his knees, displaying a respect that seemed almost reverential.

She watched him for a moment and commented, half-jokingly, "It seems my daughter not only has horses, but also friends who follow her example."

The young man, blushing, replied in a calm voice, "I am here to serve, as she has taught me."

The mother sighed, shaking her head slightly with a smile. "Very well, then. I will ride you to the stable, but I warn you that I will not be mistaken this time."

With that comment, she led him into the room where the tack was, he following her on his knees. "It's time to get ready," he added as he pointed towards the team, making it clear that this time the young man was the one who would take on the role.

The Teenage Rider (14)

Suddenly, the whistle and crack of the whip are heard repeatedly, the daughter says, "Mom's going to wake up the neighbors."

The father, hearing the repetitive sound of the whip, raised his head slightly and muttered, "Looks like your mom is in full action… again. You know how she is, always so enthusiastic."

The daughter sighed and commented in an amused tone, "Dad, tell her to turn it down or the neighbors will think we have a farm instead of a house."

The father nodded, laughing, and said, "You're right, daughter. Although I think your mom loves everyone to know she's in charge. But still, I'll try… if I can."

At that moment, they both fell silent for a few seconds, listening to the unmistakable echo of the whip and the noise. Finally, the daughter added, "Well, Dad, I better leave you before Mom decides to come for you too. Good night, and don't forget what I told you: if you need reminders, you know where to find me."

The dad laughed, saying goodbye: "Good night, daughter. And tell Mom to control herself a little... although I doubt she'll listen to me."

The call ended with both of them smiling, sharing a complicit moment full of family humor.

The dad went to the stable and stopped at the entrance, observing the scene with a mixture of surprise and resignation, but not completely oblivious to the situation. He looked at his wife, who was standing, with a victorious, proud and haughty posture. The whip in her hand and the spurs on her boots shone in the dim light, dyed a blood red that spoke of intensity, while the young man, prostrate and his skin with obvious bleeding marks from the whip on his back and the spurs on his sides, kissed the woman's boots with devotion.

The daddy entered the stable and with an accepting tone, said, "I see you're enjoying your evening, my dear, in another extreme training session. Although it seems this young man has had quite the… intense lesson. You've outdone yourself this time."

The wife, grabbing the reins of her boot-kisser, without taking her gaze off the submissive young man at her feet, and without losing her proud and dominant stance, smiled slightly and replied with a haughty smile, while the young man licked the soles of her boots: "He asked to be submissive, and I don't do things halfway. I always meet expectations. Besides, I'm making sure he understands who's in charge here. Discipline is important, don't you think?"

The daddy nodded slowly, his gaze scanning the scene: the young man in a submissive position, his lips brushing against his wife's boots, while his skin bore the bleeding marks made by her when using the commanding tools from the recent session. The father slowly approached, inspecting the prostrate young man, and said, "I hope he is pleased with the result as well. Although, from the state he is in, it seems that you put him to the test like never before."

The young man raised his head slightly, panting, and murmured in a small voice, "I am grateful Mistress. It was an honor."

The wife nodded in approval and ordered him in an authoritative voice, "Keep kissing, I am not finished with you."

With a slight sigh and a resigned smile, the father commented, "I suppose I can't argue with you because I see that everyone has their place clear. But, dear, don't you think you could tone it down a bit? We don't want the barn to become a center of attention... again, we have curious neighbors... and attentive ears."

She let out a light laugh, leaned down, grabbed her submissive's hair and pulled upwards before deliberately stroking the prone young man's head before replying, "Don't worry, dear. Everything is under control... as always. Or are you feeling jealous?"

The father shook his head, laughing lightly. "Not jealous, just impressed. Although I must admit that no one could handle the controller like you."

The wife nodded in satisfaction, her aura of authority filling the space, while the father sighed and decided not to insist, assessing the situation with a mixture of fascination and acceptance, letting his wife continue with her peculiar display of dominance while he retreated to reflect on the curious dynamics that governed his family.

The Teenage Rider (16)

She picked up the bit, bridle, and reins, making sure everything was in perfect condition. Her bearing was firm, and her gaze, determined. Turning, she saw her husband waiting obediently on his knees, head bowed and hands resting on his thighs in a gesture of total submission.

With firm, calculated steps, she approached him. "You have learned well to wait for my orders," she commented, letting out a small smile that combined authority and satisfaction.

She took the bit and delicately, but with the same firmness as an expert rider, placed it in her husband's mouth. Afterwards, she adjusted the bridle around his head, making sure it was perfectly positioned. Each movement demonstrated a mixture of care and absolute control.

Finally, she held the reins, wrapping them lightly in her hand as she watched her husband from above. "You are ready," he declared in a tone that brooked no objection.

He gently pulled the reins towards her, indicating that she should raise her head and look her straight in the eyes. "Now, you will demonstrate that you remember your place perfectly."

Her husband nodded wordlessly, his face reflecting a mixture of respect, obedience and a slight trace of emotion. She, satisfied with his response, loosened the reins slightly and stepped back, preparing for his next command.

The wife, with the reins held firmly in her hands, assessed her husband for a moment. His haughty posture and authoritative countenance reflected that he already had a clear plan in mind.

With a slight tug on the reins, she had him get on all fours. "It is time for you to demonstrate your commitment," she said in a firm but controlled voice. She walked slowly around it, inspecting it as if she was making sure it was in the right condition for what she planned.

She then made her way to a nearby chair and picked up a riding crop she had left propped there. With a tap on his palm, she continued, "Let's go to the stable. I need every stall to be in perfect condition, and you will be the one in charge of inspecting them... with me at the head."

She climbed onto his shoulders gracefully, placing the reins over his arm and using the riding crop to set the pace. "Go ahead," she ordered as she lightly pulled the reins forward.

Her husband complied, slowly moving towards the stable. As he did, she guided him with light tugs and firm words. Once there, she would begin to oversee every detail of the place, making sure everything was spotless, while he carried out her orders without protest, demonstrating his complete submission and commitment to her.

As the wife rode gracefully on her husband's shoulders, he moved carefully between the stalls in the stable. "Make sure every corner is spotless," she ordered, holding the reins firmly and using the whip to give small cues of direction or pace.

With a brush and dustpan he had previously placed in a corner, he began to clean the dirty stalls, removing used straw and accumulated debris. Each movement was calculated, trying not to disturb her balance as she sat haughtily on his shoulders.

Every now and then, she inspected her work from her perch. "That corner over there is still dirty," she pointed with the whip. "Don't make me repeat it." He obeyed without complaint, leaning where she indicated and working diligently to meet her standards.

When a stall was completely clean, she would lightly tug on the reins and pat him on the shoulder with the whip. "Next stall," she said with authority, and he moved forward on all fours, continuing with the task.

Little by little, the stable began to regain its order and cleanliness, while she supervised and directed each movement, showing the mastery she exercised in this perfectly coordinated scene.

The teenage rider (18)

The next day the mother received a video call from her daughter, after greeting each other the daughter asked: "How did my horses behave with you?" The mother replied: "Good, they are docile." With a knowing smile the daughter asked: "How did you behave with my horses? Do you have anything to confess?"

The mother smiled slightly, half amused and half knowing, as she replied: "Your horses behaved well, as I said, they are docile... but like any good rider, I had to make sure they understood who was in charge. There is not much to confess, I simply did my duty to keep them under control."

The daughter raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, and asked with a smile: "Does that include using reins, whip and spurs? Maybe a little 'obedience lesson'?"

The mother let out a soft laugh and replied, "Let's just say they got a reminder of what it means to behave like good horses. Nothing out of the ordinary... although one of them had to learn a little faster than the others."

The daughter laughed and said, "I knew I could trust you to handle things your way. After all, we are of the same blood."

The mother stated, "Daughter, I perceived traces of the use of reins, whip and spurs on your horses, they were well healed."

The daughter smiled as she listened to her mother and replied in a knowing tone, "You know how I am, Mom. My horses not only have to know who is in charge, but also learn to perform with excellence. And of course, after each lesson, I always make sure to take care of the traces of their wounds. It's part of the deal, right?"

The mother nodded approvingly and said, “You do very well, daughter. Not only do you lead firmly, but you also show compassion when necessary. That combination is what makes you a true horsewoman.”

With a proud smile, the daughter replied, “Thank you, Mom. It’s something I learned from you. After all, you have always been an example of how to handle the reins with authority and care at the same time.”

They both shared a light laugh, knowing that they understood and valued the balance between dominance and responsibility.

The mother said, “I see you are riding to school. Who are your horses now?”

The daughter, with an amused smile, replied, “Of course, Mom! I always ride to school. Today I am being taken by Don Julian, Don Fermin, and the fifty-year-old’s son. All three are very obedient, although Don Fermin insists that he is still young and strong, and always competing to be the fastest.”

The mother, laughing, commented: "That Don Fermin doesn't change, always defending his vitality. And how about the fifty-year-old's son? Is he adapting to his new role?"

The daughter nodded and said: "Yes, Mom. He is quite docile and is learning quickly. I think last night's training made it clear to him how my horses should behave. He doesn't question my orders now and follows the rhythm perfectly."

The mother smiled proudly and added: "It's good to know that you hold the reins with such mastery, daughter. Keep teaching them to respect your leadership, but always take care of them as you do. A good rider knows how to balance authority and compassion."

The daughter, grateful, replied: "Thank you, Mom. I learned from the best." They both shared a smile before ending the call.