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The Village Streets and Squares and the Newcomers (1)
Midnight had fallen upon the village, but the activity did not cease. Under the silver moonlight, the cobblestone streets vibrated with the rhythmic sound of the human horses' footsteps. The squares were filled with lady riders, each riding naturally on her male mount: wives on husbands, girlfriends on boyfriends, bosses on subordinates, subordinates on bosses, daughters on dads, nieces on uncles, aunts on nephews, cousins on cousins, sisters-in-law on brothers-in-law, daughters-in-law on fathers-in-law, mothers-in-law on sons-in-law, friends on friends. The entire village seemed to be celebrating an ancestral ritual, a dance of power and devotion that was manifested in each rider on her human steed.
The new arrivals, the lady teacher, Isabella, and the young bride, Natalia, made their entrance riding gracefully on their faithful horses. The human mounts, firm and disciplined, responded precisely to each command, guided with reins or with the mere pressure of their riders' thighs. The crowd watched them with respect and admiration, for it was not common for two figures of such social stature to make their entrance together, with such majesty.
The air was filled with female voices sharing laughter and advice on the taming and control of their horses. The female riders used spurs to mark the rhythm, others let their mounts simply understand their will with a slight movement. In the corners of the square, some horses rested in a position of all fours, allowing their Mistresses to relax on their masculine backs like comfortable living seats.
There was no resistance on the faces of the male horses, only absolute surrender and a natural acceptance of their role. Each knew his place, and each Lady knew her destiny to ride. In this town, the hierarchy was clear and celebrated, and the night continued with its dance of power, devotion and harmony.
In a corner of the town square, a group of newcomers watched the scene with disbelief and amazement.
There were five in total:
Mateo, a middle-aged merchant who had traveled looking for new business opportunities;
Camila, a young journalist who wanted to document life in the town;
Hernán, an experienced traveler who had traveled many lands, but had never witnessed anything like it;
Sofía, an anthropologist interested in the customs and hierarchies of different communities; and
Andrés, a wandering musician looking for inspiration for his next composition.
They did not travel on the bus, so they were amazed to see Ladies riding men. They were taken in a van that dropped them off near the town and they had to walk to the town.
But a beautiful young local lady, Valeria, was passing by with 3 bridled and saddled equine horses. She was riding one and she invited Camila and Sofia to ride the other 2 horses followed by the 3 boys.
On the way, the teenage lady, Valeria, commented to Camila and Sofia: "In the town you will ride more horses like the ones you are riding now," and smiling mischievously at the 3 boys she said: "You will get used to the bit, because you will be bridled, and to the saddle, because you will be saddled, and to the weight of your rider, because you will be ridden, and to obeying reins, whip and spurs, because you will be led," Andrés replied: "Wonderful."
Upon arriving at the village, the five newcomers were surprised to see ladies riding on top of men. Suddenly, Camila and Sofia felt the equine horses beneath them transform into men. This unexpected, magical and symbolic transformation reinforced the transition of the newcomers into the culture of the village.
When Camila and Sofia felt the equine horses beneath them transform into men, panic immediately invaded them. Their bodies tensed, their hearts beat hard, and without thinking, they let go of the reins and jumped to the ground, staggering backwards with a mixture of surprise and fear.
“What… what was that?” Sofia exclaimed, staring with wide eyes at the man who seconds before had been a horse.
“It can’t be… I felt his back… and now…” Camila stammered, unable to take her eyes off the men who were once simple animals.
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The streets and squares of the town and the newcomers (2)
Atop the shoulders of a man, Valeria let out a radiant laugh, enjoying every second of his reaction. Her playful gaze fell on the three newly arrived men, who were equally stunned, although one of them had a different expression.
Andrés, far from being scared, sketched a slight smile and murmured, almost to himself: “Wonderful…” His voice carried a mix of fascination and curiosity, as if he had just discovered a completely new world and was eager to explore it.
Valeria looked at him with amusement and approval, while her male mount advanced with a firm step. Before moving away, she winked at Camila and Sofia and said in a confident voice: “You will get used to it.”
Andrés exclaimed: “I am ready!” Valeria laughed and in a defiant tone said to him: “You are lacking a lot.” He replied: “Please, break me in!”
Valeria laughed and rode away gracefully, followed by the other two men accompanying her, leaving the five newcomers behind in a sea of confusion, wonder, and unanswered questions.
Andrés followed Valeria’s hair, hour glass shape, and buttocks with his gaze until she disappeared into the moonlit streets.
Camila and Sofia were still breathing heavily, trying to process what they had just experienced.
“I don’t know what’s going on here…” Camila said, crossing her arms nervously.
“But I want to find out…” Andrés added with an intrigued smile.
Seeing the confused and disoriented newcomers, Isabella, the lady professor, and Natalia, the newlywed wife, being accompanied by Valeria, the beautiful teenage lady, led their horses towards the group of newcomers.
So, shortly after, Isabella and Natalia, accompanied by Valeria, arrived riding on their respective men, I mean, horses, and headed straight to the newcomers, ready to welcome them and clear their doubts… or perhaps to immerse them even further in the reality of the town.
Instinctively, men bowed their heads, while ladies looked on with their heads held high, defiant.
The lady teacher, Isabella, with a serene smile, took the initiative. "Welcome to our town. I see the scene has surprised you, but here it is our way of life, a natural balance based on trust and respect," she said in a melodious voice.
The newlywed wife, Natalia, with a confident look, added: "Don't be afraid to ask. You will soon understand the harmony that surrounds us and why everything flows so naturally."
Maintaining her smile, the young teenager, Valeria, said: "You will get used to it."
Camila, the journalist, was the first to respond enthusiastically: “It’s… fascinating. I’ve never seen anything like it. I’d love to learn more about your culture.”
Mateo, the merchant, nodded slowly. “It’s certainly unexpected, but I see order and discipline. I won’t judge before I understand.”
Sofia, the anthropologist, watched carefully before speaking. “This is an expression of social hierarchy that seems accepted by everyone. I’m intrigued by the origins of this practice.”
Hernan, the traveler, laughed lightly. “I’ve seen many customs in my life, but this one is unique. I’m open to learning more.”
Andres, the wandering musician, smiled as he looked at the scene with inspired eyes. “There’s something rhythmic about it all, like a perfectly synchronized choreography. Perhaps I can compose something inspired by this experience.”
The lady professor, Isabella, the newlywed wife, Natalia, and the young teenager, Valeria, exchanged knowing glances. "So, you've come to the right place. You'll soon understand everything," Isabella concluded with a confident smile, before the three riders moved their horses a few steps closer, inviting them to continue discovering the world that unfolded before them.
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The three ladies advanced with elegance, riding naturally on their respective men's (horses') shoulders, dominating the scene with their imposing presence. Valeria, still amused by the surprise of the newcomers, watched them with a mischievous smile while Isabella and Natalia prepared to welcome them.
Isabella, with her refined demeanor and firm voice, was the first to speak: “As I said: Welcome to our town.” She paused, carefully observing Camila, Sofia and the three men. “I see you have already had a first glimpse of our culture.”
Camila and Sofia looked at each other with uncertainty, remembering the feeling of having ridden on men transformed into equines. Meanwhile, Andrés continued with his expression of fascination, as if he were eagerly waiting to hear more.
Natalia, with a warm but confident smile, continued: “Here, the balance between ladies and men follows a clear structure. As you may have noticed, we ladies ride and men serve as our mounts. It is a custom rooted in our community, and you will soon feel part of it.”
Valeria slightly bowed her head, enjoying every reaction of the newcomers. Then, in a playful tone, she added: “I told you that you would get used to it… and believe me, it will be faster than you imagine.”
Camila swallowed and crossed her arms with some skepticism, while Sofia was still trying to assimilate everything that had happened. Andrés, however, bowed his head respectfully, immediately accepting the ladies’ words.
“I understand,” said Andrés, with a slight bow. “We appreciate your hospitality and we are willing to learn.”
Camila and Sofia looked at him in surprise, not entirely sure if Andrés was serious or just wanted to be polite.
Isabella nodded in satisfaction. “That’s good to hear. And now…” her gaze became a little more intense, “it is time for you to experience more closely what it means to be part of this town.”
Valeria laughed softly and, with a gesture of her hand, pointed towards several men waiting a short distance away. “Camila, Sofia… ready to ride again?” she asked with a charming smile.
Sofia opened her mouth to answer, but at that moment, she felt a strange mix of fear and excitement running through her body.
Valeria interrupted Sofia: “Would you like to ride on these men's shoulders or should I transform them into equine horses so you can ride on a four-legged animal's horizontal back?”
Sofia stood with her mouth half open, not knowing what to answer. She looked at Camila, hoping to find in her friend some sign of security, but she was also baffled. Valeria's proposal was clear and direct: human horses or equine horses?
Andrés, on the other hand, did not hide his enthusiasm. His eyes sparkled with fascination as he watched the men waiting submissively, ready to be ridden. He had already accepted the reality of the town and, in his mind, there was no turning back.
Isabella smiled with the elegance that characterized her and turned her gaze to Camila and Sofia. “It is a simple choice” she interjected in a firm voice. “Here, ladies always ride, and men always put themselves at our service by being ridden by us. There is no middle ground.”
Natalia nodded, reinforcing Isabella’s words. “So, my dear newly arrived ladies… What will be your decision?”
Camila felt a chill run down her spine. The sensation of riding a male made her uneasy, but at the same time, there was something intriguing about the idea. She looked back at Sofia, who was still speechless. Finally, with a slight sigh, Camila gathered her courage and spoke: “If that is the custom here… then I prefer an equine horse.”
Valeria laughed softly, with that mischievousness of hers. “Good choice… at least for now.” She snapped her fingers, and immediately, two males transformed into majestic equine horses, equipped with saddles and bridles.
Sofia, seeing the transformation, took a step back, but curiosity overcame her fear. Finally, she nodded. “I will also take an equine.”
Valeria smiled with satisfaction. “Very well. But mark my words…” She paused, observing the two girls with eyes full of certainty. “They will get used to it.”
Isabella and Natalia exchanged a knowing glance as the newcomers approached their mounts. The moon illuminated the scene, and an inevitable fate was in the air.
It was not a question of if they would accept the tradition of the town… but when.
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Camila and Sofia (1)
Before traveling to the town, Camila and Sofia were told: "You are two beautiful, strong and powerful young ladies, you will easily travel on horseback through the paths, streets and all the corners of the town."
Camila and Sofia, two young ladies of distinguished bearing and a beauty that does not go unnoticed. They have always projected an image of security and elegance, and when they received that confirmation about their destiny in the town, they did not hesitate to dress like authentic riders, ready to ride with style and control, without imagining that the horses would be men and not equines.
Camila, 1.67 m. (5'6"), with a slim but athletic figure, which gives her an elegant and confident bearing, she has an imposing presence that is enhanced by her long, wavy black hair, which falls gracefully over her back. Her dark, expressive eyes reflect a mix of curiosity and intelligence. She has cinnamon-colored skin, with fine features and a charming smile, although at that moment her expression was full of wonder and confusion.
For the trip, Camila chose a classic and sophisticated riding outfit: A black cowboy hat with leather details that gave her an air of authority. A tight brown vest, which highlights her shape and matches her strong personality. Black leather riding gloves, ready to hold the reins firmly. Beige riding pants, designed for comfort on the saddle, tight but elegant. Long black leather boots with a heel and golden spurs, which echo with a metallic sound when walking that commands respect.
Taller than Camila, Sofia, 1.73 m. (5'8"), which reinforces her imposing presence and her air of an experienced rider, she is a young woman with straight, light brown hair, which she usually wears in a braid for greater comfort. Her green eyes transmit confidence and determination, although at that moment they reveal her bewilderment when she realizes the truth about the town's horses. Her fair skin has a slight blush, an involuntary reaction when she realizes the reality she was about to immerse herself in.
Her clothing reflects a more refined style, but equally practical: A cream-colored cowboy hat, adorned with a dark leather band. A white long-sleeved blouse with gold buttons, fitted to her torso with subtle elegance. A dark brown corset, which accentuates her shape and gives her the air of an experienced rider. Tight, wine-red pants, designed for mobility and comfort in the saddle. High-heeled brown boots with gold details and silver spurs, ready to give the final touch to her imposing bearing.
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Camila and Sofia feel ready to ride, but they never imagined their mounts would be men. Now, seeing the reality of the town, a mix of surprise, disbelief and a hint of intrigue crosses their minds.
Both stand out in the town, as they are taller than most of the local men. The men of the town are between 1.55 m. and 1.60 m. (5'1" - 5'3"), which makes them noticeably shorter than Camila (1.67 m. or 5'6”) and Sofia (1.73 m. or 5'8”). This reinforces the imposing image of the ladies and their dominant position over the men, especially when she rides on his shoulders or leads him with reins and saddle.
If Camila (1.67 m. or 5’6”) and Sofia (1.73 m. or 5’8”) wear 10 cm (4”) high heels, their heights increase to: Camila: 1.77 m (5’10”) and Sofia: 1.83 m (6’0”). Since the men in the village are between 1.55 m. (5’1”) and 1.60 m. (5’3”), when they stand next to them in heels: Camila in heels (1.77 m. or 5’10”): the men barely reach her shoulders or chest, and Sofia in heels (1.83 m, or 6’00”): the men reach her chest or a little below.
If the ladies wear even higher heels, 13 cm. (5”) -15 cm. (6”), Camila easily surpasses 1.82 m. (6’00”), and Sofia surpasses 1.88 m. (6’2”), making the men barely reach her chest or even lower.
This accentuates the height difference and the feeling of dominance of the ladies over the men of the village, especially when riding or leading them.
On the other hand, Camila (1.67 m. or 5’6”) weighs 54 kg. (117 pounds) being slender and athletic, and Sofia (1.73 m. or 5’8”) weighs 58 kg. (126 pounds) being a little taller and with a stylized but firm figure.
On the other hand, the men of the village (1.55 m. or 5’1” - 1.60 m. or 5’3”), weigh 50 kg. (109 pounds) - 55 kg (120 pounds), being of thin to medium build. This means that Camila (54 kg or 117 lbs) is taller and can weigh more than the man who carries her on his shoulders, and Sofia (58 kg or 126 lbs) is in all cases taller and weighs more than her human horse. This reinforces the image of dominance of the female riders and the endurance of the men who serve as their horses.
If the men have greater muscle mass through training, they could reach 60 kg, but they would still be shorter and often lighter than their riders.
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The moon rises high, casting its glow over the firm ground of the village. An air of expectation floats in the air as Camila and Sofia, two ladies of imposing presence, approach their respective human mounts. The men, transformed into equines, wait silently, in position, with the reins hanging at the sides of their heads.
Each woman stops in front of her human horse, observing it with a mixture of satisfaction and dominance. Camila, with her confident expression and her impeccable black and red riding suit, lets a slow smile spread across her face. Sofia, with her elegant bearing and a white blouse highlighting her figure, glances at her mount, enjoying the moment.
Each one reaches out a hand and grabs the reins firmly.
The human horses feel how the pressure of the female fingers on the leather of the reins marks their destiny, as if an invisible thread tied them to the absolute will of their riders. Their hearts beat strongly, not from fear, but from a strange pride: they will be ridden, dominated, guided by the Mistresses of their destiny.
Camila takes a deep breath and feels the emotion in her chest. She is fascinated by that moment: the sensation of absolute power over her mount, the certainty that he belongs to her completely while she rides.
Sofia, with perfectly calculated movements, raised her right foot and placed her boot on the stirrup.
Human horses hold their breath. It is the moment of fusion.
With impressive agility, the two ladies gracefully jump, moving their free leg over the back of the kneeling man, yes kneeling, since his natural position in front of her is on his knees. In a single movement, her shape stands up on the saddle, and her other foot finds the stirrup on the opposite side.
She adjusts herself with total mastery, adjusting her posture so that her back is straight and her control over the mount is absolute. There is no doubt now: she is in control.
The human horse feels the weight of his rider on top of him. His body shudders as he feels his Lady sitting on his back, dominating every muscle in him with the pressure of her thighs and the grip of the reins.
Camila and Sofia exchange a knowing look. It is time for the first order.
With a slight movement of their wrists, they lightly pull on the reins, feeling how the men beneath them react with obedience.
But she does not stop there.
At the same time, both Ladies raise their feet and spur their spurs against the flanks of their human mounts.
A shudder runs through the skin of the human horses. They feel the spurs prickling against their sides and understand the order without the need for words: move forward.
A shiver of excitement runs through Camila and Sofia. There is no more intoxicating sensation than feeling her human mount obey the touch of her spurs.
The man begins to advance with precise movements, feeling every muscle in his body respond to the will of his horsewoman or rider. His thoughts are clear: he must be strong, he must endure, he must be the perfect support for her.
The ladies smile with satisfaction, they ride with total confidence, with the air brushing their faces, with their bodies perfectly balanced on the men subject to their will.
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As they move forward, Camila pulls on the reins, forcing her mount to turn in the desired direction. She felt a surge of pleasure as she noticed that the man obeyed immediately, without hesitation.
Sofia, for her part, uses the whip on the haunch of her mount. “Faster.”
The man beneath her understands the message and quickens his pace, feeling how the weight of his rider pushes him to challenge his own limits.
The sound of boots in the stirrups, the clink of golden spurs and the snap of reins compose a symphony of dominance and elegance.
Human horses, although feeling the effort in every muscle, cannot deny one truth: they are privileged. Being ridden by Camila and Sofia is not a burden, it is an honor.
And as the ladies advance with total majesty, the eyes of all present rest on them with a mixture of admiration and absolute respect.
They were born to ride, and their mounts were born to obey.
In this riding there are no doubts or hesitations. The riders are absolute owners of their mounts and they ride them with the mastery of authentic horsewomen. Every order, every movement, every touch of spurs or whip, is executed with precision.
The human horses accept their role with devotion, understanding that their function is to be support, strength and obedience.
And in that scenario, between reins, boots and spurs, an unbreakable truth is sealed: the ladies ride, the men obey.
The ladies, with smiles of satisfaction, fully enjoy their ride, feeling absolute control over their human mounts.
Meanwhile, the other men watch the scene with a longing that cannot be hidden. Their eyes shine with envy, not towards the female riders, but towards the lucky human horses who have the privilege of being ridden.
"Why them and not me?" some think, as they watch Camila and Sofia skillfully handling the reins and spurs.
Some of the spectators, without realizing it, spontaneously kneel, as if their bodies were reacting to the imposing image of the horsewomen. Others, with their heads bowed, secretly wish to feel the weight of a female rider on their backs, to feel the brush of boots on their sides, to hear the command to advance.
But only a few have the honor.
As the ladies ride with grace and authority, the gazes of the spectators follow every movement of their bodies, the sway of their hips to the rhythm of the human gallop, the tinkling of their golden spurs.
Every step of the human mounts on the ground resonates like a symphony of obedience and admiration.
And while some wish to trade places with the horses, only those who have proven their absolute devotion are given the privilege of being ridden.
Camila and Sofia's smiles widen. They know the effect they have on men. They know that everyone wants to be their mount.
But only the best will be.
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When Camila and Sofia gently pull on the reins and apply pressure with their spurs, their human mounts stop instantly. Stillness takes over the atmosphere, but only for a moment, because within seconds, a group of men approaches with uncontrollable eagerness.
They do not walk. They do not run. They crawl.
Their hands and knees touch the ground with reverence, advancing with their heads bowed, their faces almost touching the ground, as if contact with the same earth that has been blessed by the footsteps of those ladies were an incalculable privilege. Their hearts beat strongly, their breaths are agitated by emotion.
When they finally reach their longed-for goals, their lips brush the leather of their riding boots. They kiss them with devotion, with a fervor that knows no bounds. The texture of the fine leather against their lips is a balm, a delight, a sacred reward that only the most faithful can experience.
Some, trembling with excitement, descend even further, until they reach the very bottom of the boots. Their tongues carefully trace the contour and the rest of the sole, feeling the faint taste of dust and earth, as if they were participating in an act of communion with divinity itself.
Every kiss is a vow of loyalty. Every touch of their lips, a silent plea for the chance to serve, to be ridden, to be chosen.
For these men, there is no shame or humiliation, only ecstasy and gratitude. In their minds, they are not being subjugated, but honored.
From their saddles, Camila and Sofia observe the scene with a mixture of satisfaction and glee. They are aware of their power, of the effect they have on men, and they enjoy it.
They do not ask for devotion. But they receive it anyway.
As Isabella, Natalia and Valeria advance majestically, their figures standing tall on the shoulders of their human mounts, their gazes reflect the serenity of those who know they are admired, revered, even adored.
The men who hold them with effort feel an incomparable pride, because being ridden by them is more than a simple physical act: it is an honor, a consecration.
But it is not only they who give themselves over with devotion.
At their feet, a group of kneeling men look up with fervor, waiting for the sacred moment when they can demonstrate their adoration.
One by one, their lips brush the leather of the boots that dominate the stirrups. Their kisses are soft, delicate, almost as if they fear not being up to the privilege granted to them. Others are more daring, pressing their lips ardently against the material, closing their eyes as they feel the contact of the leather against their skin.
For them, every kiss is a silent plea, a request to be considered worthy, to be called to serve, to be mounted like the lucky ones who now hold them.
The most devoted lower their heads even further, bowing to the lowest part of the boots. Their tongues trace paths on the soles, licking with a fervor that borders on adoration. They care nothing for dust, dirt, or any debris on the road. All they desire is to feel, at least for an instant, the connection with those who ride with grace and authority.
From their elevated positions, Isabella, Natalia, and Valeria watch with satisfaction.
They need not demand anything. The men, of their own free will, surrender to them.
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“I think you’re ready to ride on the shoulders of two-legged horses, aren’t you?” Valeria says to Camila and Sofia.
Camila and Sofia’s gazes meet, and a glint of excitement and curiosity shines in their eyes. The idea of riding on the shoulders of a man awakens in them a mixture of intrigue and enthusiasm.
“I think you’re ready to ride on the shoulders of two-legged horses, aren’t you?” Valeria repeats with a mischievous smile.
The two young riders exchange one last glance before smiling widely. They had enjoyed the feeling of dominance and power when riding on the backs of four-legged horses, but this was different. “We’re definitely ready,” Camila answers confidently.
“Yes, we want to try it,” Sofia adds, feeling a tickle of excitement in her chest.
The men present listen with expectation, their hearts pounding. Some lower their gaze in submission, while others stand erect, hoping to be the lucky ones to hold the young riders on their shoulders.
The men ridden by Camila and Sofia experience a mix of wonder, euphoria and absolute submission throughout the transformation and ride.
When he feels his body transform into a four-legged horse, a wave of emotion runs through his soul. The weight of his rider on his back instills in him a sense of purpose and devotion, knowing that he was being guided by a Powerful Lady. The spurs, the whip and the reins make him understand his role with absolute clarity. There is no confusion or doubt, only the desire to obey every command and be a worthy mount for his horsewoman.
Every gallop, every trot he performed under her command is a tribute to the superiority of his rider. The touch of the saddle leather against his body, the tug of the reins marking the direction and the firm pressure of the female legs on his sides, in addition to the spurs, made him experience a state of ecstasy, where his only reason for being is to serve as a mount.
Valeria laughs with delight. The transition is complete.
With a simple click of her tongue, Valeria unleashes the transformation.
Beneath Camila and Sofia, the equine bodies tremble for an instant and begin to change. Their forms change, their legs become human arms and legs, and in a matter of seconds, the majestic steeds have returned to being males, still kneeling, with their heads bowed in respect and submission.
Camila and Sofia feel the immediate change. The solid and familiar feeling of a horse’s back fades away and in its place they notice the firm and warm musculature of the shoulders of the men on whom they are now sitting.
A slight start runs through Sofia, but soon a smile appears on her face. Camila, for her part, observes with fascination the hair of her human mount, noticing the deep breathing of the man who now holds her with total devotion.
Valeria, with her arms crossed and a satisfied smile, observes the scene with pride. “So?” she asks in a melodious voice. “How does it feel to ride on two-legged horses?”
The two young riders exchange glances and, with a mixture of emotion and power reflected in their faces, each of them naturally keeps her legs on either side of her new human mounts, settling in gracefully.
“It’s… interesting” Camila answers, her smile widening.
“It’s different, but… I like it,” Sofia adds, as she confidently takes the reins of her male.
Below them, the males remain silent, with their eyes lowered, feeling the majestic weight of their riders and docilely awaiting their orders.
Camila and Sofia feel the excitement run through their bodies as, with natural firmness, they take the reins of their human mounts again.
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Both ladies' legs fit elegantly to the sides of their two-legged horses, and the pressure of their thighs conveys absolute dominance. Their hands, firm but graceful, pull the reins, marking the direction they will take.
“Go ahead, horsey.” Sofia commands with a charming smile, while her male, with his gaze downcast, stands up and begins to move obeying her commands.
Camila, with a look of pure determination, firmly spurs her mount's flanks, feeling how the male shudders slightly before rising and taking the first step, advancing with absolute obedience.
The sounds of the whips breaking through the air and the skin resonate. Valeria, riding on her own male, watches them with pride. “That's it, that's how you ride a good human steed.” she says with a pleased tone.
The female riders experience an indescribable feeling of power and control, feeling their males obey every subtle prompt of the reins, every pressure of the spurs, and every gesture of the whip.
“Faster,” Camila commands, moving the reins with skill.
The male beneath her accelerates, feeling the firmness of his rider and the demand of his pace. At his side, Sofia enjoys the same pleasure, feeling her mount respond with total submission to each of her commands.
The town watches the scene with admiration. The males look on with longing and desire, dreaming of one day being chosen to carry one of these magnificent horsewomen.
The males ridden by Camila and Sofia experience a mix of wonder, euphoria, and absolute submission throughout the transformation and ride. When Valeria clicked her tongue and the transformations were undone, he felt a brief moment of confusion, until he realized his rider was still on them.
It was not the end of the ride.
The moment Camila and Sofia readjusted their position on the shoulders of their horses and took the reins again, each man understood something transcendental: no matter his form (human or equine), his destiny is to be ridden by these magnificent Mistresses.
The sensation of his rider's legs adjusting to his neck and back shook him with a mixture of submission and privilege. Now, he is no longer a four-legged animal, for now, but he is still an animal, now with two legs, and it filled him with pride.
When he felt again the contact of the whip cutting his skin and the stings of the spurs digging into and wounding his sides, his body responded without hesitation. His legs began to move with determination, feeling the weight of his horsewoman as a trophy, as a prize, as a symbol of his devotion.
It didn't matter what form he was in (human or equine), nor the place, nor the time. He would always long to be the mount of the majestic riders, always seeking to feel their orders and please them in everything.
Camila and Sofia enjoy driving, controlling their horse, the tugs of the reins making their horse's neck turn and the direction to follow, the drool that comes out due to the bit flows with greater intensity and is now dyed red, his sides receive the caresses of the spurs and his back is caressed by the whip, pain, blood and pleasure.
Isabella, Natalia and Valeria make their horses run after Camila and Sofia, they catch up with them and block their way. When they stop, Isabella says to Camila and Sofia: "Calm down, girls, let your horses rest."
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Camila and Sofia, still pumping with adrenaline, look at Isabella with a mixture of amusement and defiance. They are enjoying their dominance a little too much, the feeling of absolute power over their human mounts, but they know Isabella, Natalia, and Valeria are also right.
The men, sweaty, bloody, and panting, stand tall with pride, not daring to show fatigue. Despite the exhausting effort and the punishments they've received, his desire to please his rider keeps him steadfast and willing to continue.
Isabella, with an elegant and confident smile, repeated softly but authoritatively: "Calm down, girls, let your horses rest."
Camila and Sofia exchanged a glance, then sighed with a slight smile. They didn't want to stop, but they knew the game wasn't over.
With an elegant flick of the wrist, they loosened the reins, but without letting go completely, making it clear that their control was still present. They leaned forward slightly, stroking their human mounts' hair with their delicate hands.
“Rest a little, you've done a good job,” Sofia said, her tone a mix of praise and authority.
“But don't relax too much, we need you ready for when we ride again,” Camila added with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
The men feel a shiver run through their bodies. The rest is a welcome respite, but the promise of being ridden by them again keeps them expectant and excited.
Valeria tells them: "If you wish to continue riding, you can choose 2 other horses and leave the ones you are currently riding."
Camila and Sofia, still with excitement shining in their eyes, turned to look at Valeria with a smile. The idea of changing mounts seemed tempting, but they also felt a certain attachment to the males they had already ridden.
“What do you think, Sofia?” asked Camila, fiddling with the reins still in her hand.
“It might be interesting to try new mounts, but these two have proven to be resilient and obedient...” answered Sofia, looking with a calculating smile at the males under her control.
The human “horses” listened with their hearts racing. On the one hand, the possibility of being freed from the exhausting effort seems like a relief, but on the other, the desire to continue being ridden by these impressive riders keeps them on edge.
Valeria, with her air of a master in these matters, observed the scene with a slight smile. “It is your decision, ladies. If you want to continue with them, go ahead. But if you want to try new mounts, there are many males waiting eagerly to serve you.”
Camila and Sofia looked around at the group of men who had instinctively knelt upon hearing Valeria’s words, offering their devotion and eagerly awaiting to be chosen.
“So many options…” Camila murmured with a charming laugh.
“It’s a privilege to be our mounts, but also a responsibility. Only the best can carry us.” Sofia said, enjoying the power she had over them.
The men gulped, feeling the weight of those words. Being ridden by Camila or Sofia was not only an honor, but also a test of endurance and obedience.
Finally, Camila and Sofia exchanged a knowing glance and smiled. They are enjoying the experience too much to stop now, they made their decision.
“We will keep these horses for a while longer. They have proven to be resilient and we want to see how far they can go.” Camila said with a glint of excitement in her eyes.
“Besides, they are already used to our commands. We don’t want to lose the rhythm.” Sofia added, settling herself onto her mount with natural elegance.
The men felt a shiver run through their bodies. They had felt the roughness of the reins, whip, and spurs, and had been on the verge of exhaustion, but those words filled them with renewed purpose. If their riders wanted to continue riding them, then they would give their best effort.
Valeria smiled, pleased with the decision. “Wise choice. A good rider should know the limits of his mount… and perhaps push them a little further.”
Camila and Sofia took a firm grip on the reins and applied their spurs, indicating that it was time to continue. With a slight gasp, the men straightened their bodies and began to move forward again, feeling the weight of their riders as an honorable burden.
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Meanwhile, Isabella, Natalia, and Valeria watched with satisfaction. They continued riding on the shoulders of their own human mounts, enjoying the feeling of mastery and control.
"The girls have found their passion," Isabella commented with a smile.
"It's only natural; once you discover the joy of riding, it's hard to stop," Natalia replied with a wink.
And so, amid laughter and words of encouragement, the ride continued, with the men completely dedicated to their roles and the ladies enjoying every moment of their sovereign position.
"Please stop," Valeria said. Camila and Sofia stopped their horses. Valeria approached Camila first, and she took Camila's horse by the head, using its key to enter and program it to perform like a horse.
Valeria stood in front of Camila, grabbed Camila's horse's head, and used her key to enter and program it, empowering the human horse to perform close to that of a horse, without equaling it.
When Valeria took Camila's horse's head in her hands and she used his key, he felt a surge of energy course through his body. His muscles, previously burning with exertion, were filled with renewed vitality. His labored breathing became more rhythmic, more powerful. He felt his stamina increase, as if his body no longer had the limits of a mere human.
The same thing happened with Sofia's horse. As soon as Valeria used his key and performed the "programming," his senses sharpened, and his body felt lighter and stronger. A new fire burned within him, an instinct for unbreakable endurance, as if he had been born for this.
Camila and Sofia, riding on them, felt the change immediately. Her horse no longer falters or shakes with exertion. Now he advances steadily, with an almost perfect cadence, precisely obeying every movement of the reins, every indication of the whip, and every pressure of the spurs.
The men, although now superhumanly capable, still feel the weight of their riders on their shoulders and backs. But far from being a burden, it's an honor, a privilege. Their bodies can now endure much more, and they demonstrate this by trotting steadily, even responding with renewed energy to their Owners' every command.
Valeria, observing her work with satisfaction, smiled. "Now you're ready for the real ride."
Camila and Sofía felt the change in their mounts immediately. Before, the men's bodies showed signs of fatigue, slight hesitations in their movements, heavy and labored breathing. But now, after Valeria's intervention, everything had changed.
Camila felt her human horse stand more firmly, her gait becoming more stable, more confident. Her hands held the reins with the same delicacy as an expert rider controls her steed, but as she gently pressed her thighs against her animal, she felt something different. The response was immediate, precise, as if the male beneath her now had the same power and stamina as a real racehorse.
Sofia, for her part, looked at Camila with a knowing smile. She, too, had noticed the difference. Her mount moved forward with renewed energy, trotting vigorously, obeying without hesitation every tug of the reins, every stroke of the whip, every touch of the spurs.
The males, transformed into high-performance human horses, feel the pressure of the riders on them, but this time it is not a burden, but a source of pride. They know they are putting on a spectacle worthy of admiration. No matter the effort, the sweat running down their foreheads, or the blood spilled. The only thing that matters is to keep obeying, to keep moving forward, to keep pleasing your rider.
"This is incredible," Sofia exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Now you are on the level of true lady riders," Camila said with satisfaction, caressing the reins elegantly while maintaining a majestic posture on her mount.
Valeria watched them with a triumphant smile. "Now you can ride without limits. Enjoy the power of dressage."
The human horses, with their renewed strength, feel their legs moving more firmly. They are not simple men carrying weight. They are steeds at the service of their riders. And nothing will stop them
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The Hotel (1)
Camila and Sofia had left Mateo, Hernán, and Andrés to their fate. They, carrying their own luggage and Camila and Sofia's, went to the hotel to occupy five rooms.
These men were greeted by the beautiful receptionist, a woman of imposing presence, with a beauty that radiates authority and elegance. Her dark brown hair is tied back in an impeccable bun, highlighting her slender neck and finely-featured face. Her green eyes sparkle with mischief, reflecting her dominant nature and her pleasure in taking control.
She wears a perfectly tailored uniform, designed to combine professionalism with attractiveness. A fitted white long-sleeved blouse with gold buttons highlights her figure, accompanied by a black bow tie that gives her a sophisticated air. Her black skort falls just to the middle of her perfect thighs, elegantly outlining her curves. Sheer black stockings cover her long legs, and high-heeled black leather ankle boots with spurs complete her outfit, their shiny red soles gleaming in the hotel lights.
She greeted them cheerfully: "Good evening, excuse me, good morning, gentlemen."
Mateo replied: "Good morning, you're right, miss, because it's a new day and it's the wee hours of the morning. We would like five rooms, for two ladies and three gentlemen."
The receptionist replied: "We have hotel rooms for the two ladies. Would the gentlemen also like hotel rooms or stalls in the stable?"
Mateo, Hernán, and Andrés looked at each other, surprised by the receptionist's question. Their bodies still felt the strain of the day, the weight of their luggage on their shoulders, and the sensation of having been ridden intensely by Camila and Sofía. The sensation because, upon seeing Camila and Sofía riding, they felt like they were being ridden by her.
Mateo, still breathing somewhat raggedly, tried to answer with dignity: "We prefer hotel rooms, miss."
But the receptionist smiled somewhat mischievously and asked again: "Are you sure? After all, you arrived here like horses, carrying luggage, yours and your riders', and serving your riders. It wouldn't be strange if your rooms were in the stable."
Hernán felt a chill run down his spine. Andrés, for his part, swallowed. The way the receptionist looked at them, with that mixture of sweetness and authority, made them doubt their own answer.
"We would like rooms... if possible," Mateo insisted, his voice firm, but with an undertone of pleading.
The receptionist let out a small laugh and, after checking some paperwork, said: "The rooms for the ladies are ready. As for you... I can offer you a special option."
The three men leaned forward slightly, attentive. "You could stay in the stable for the night. It's spacious, clean, and perfectly suitable for... guests who have arrived on horseback."
An awkward silence filled the lobby. Finally, Camila's voice came from the entrance:
"I think it's an excellent idea."
Sofia, at her side, nodded with a charming smile. "They can rest there. After all, they're already used to that treatment."
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Camila and Sofia entered riding on the shoulders of their human horses. They ordered Mateo, Hernán, and Andrés to take Camila's luggage to her room and Sofia's luggage to hers. Once the luggage was in the ladies' rooms, Camila and Sofia, still riding their horses, satisfied, took their keys and, riding on the shoulders of their human horses, headed to their luxurious rooms, knowing that their faithful mounts would be well cared for... in their rightful place. They continued riding on shoulders to their rooms to be placed on their beds.
After Camila and Sofia were gently placed on their beds, their human horses, exhausted but deeply satisfied at having done their duty, knelt beside their riders' beds, awaiting further orders.
Camila, feeling the euphoria of the night ride, sat up slightly on the soft cushions and watched her mount with a mixture of amusement and pride. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she slid one foot out of the bed, placing it on the shoulder of her faithful servant. He immediately kissed her delicate, perfect feet.
"You've done a good job," she said in a honeyed voice. "I hope you're not too tired for tomorrow's ride."
Sofia, for her part, let out a contented yawn before leaning gracefully back against the cushions. Wordlessly, she simply extended a hand and snapped her fingers, indicating that her mount should take charge of removing her boots.
The man obeyed immediately, his hands trembling with excitement, delicately unlacing his rider's footwear. Once free of her boots, Sofia placed a foot on her mount's thigh, enjoying the gesture of devotion.
"You must be ready for the next ride," she murmured with a mischievous smile, as he kissed her feet completely.
The men nodded silently, with the reverence of those who knew their destiny was to serve. With precise movements, they proceeded to carefully arrange the ladies' belongings, ensuring everything was in order for the following morning.
Finally, when Camila and Sofia decided they no longer required any more attention, nor kisses and licks on their feet, the men were given the signal to leave. But before leaving, each one bowed and kissed their riders' hands as a sign of respect.
The ladies, satisfied, snuggled between the silk sheets, with triumphant smiles on their faces. They knew the new day would bring them more moments of mastery and enjoyment. And with this thought, they surrendered to rest, as their human horses left the room, ready to face their own night in the stable.
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Mateo, Hernan and Andres understood that they had no choice. Resigned, but with a strange feeling of excitement and acceptance, they obey the receptionist, who guides them kindly, but with an air of command, towards the stable that will be their refuge for the night.
With complete confidence, the receptionist chooses Andres as her horse, he kisses her boots and she, with mastery, bridles him, saddles him and rides on top of his shoulders, accommodating herself with the same skill that Camila and Sofia had done before. She adjusts her posture, lightly presses her thighs against the neck of her mount and firmly takes the reins. Andres feels the weight of the imposing woman on his shoulders, but he does not dare to hesitate; on the contrary, he strives to maintain an upright posture and obey each of her commands.
“Come on, my faithful horse,” she orders in a firm but seductive tone, gently pressing her boots and spurs against Andrés’ sides.
She orders Mateo and Hernán to carry the luggage of the three men who, still somewhat surprised by the receptionist’s decision, obey without question and take the luggage of the three men. With a firm step, they follow the woman and her mount through the luxurious hotel towards the stable.
Each step of Andrés resonates in the hallway, accompanied by the echo of the receptionist’s spurs, who maintains a serene but satisfied expression. He has found his ideal horse for the night, and she will lead him masterfully to where he belongs: the stable.
While Andrés advances with a firm step under the weight of the imposing receptionist, the atmosphere in the luxurious hotel becomes increasingly solemn. Mateo and Hernán, carrying the luggage, keep their eyes down, understanding that there is no room for questioning. The receptionist, for her part, maintains an expression of absolute control, enjoying the sound of her spurs in time with the pace of her mount.
When they reach the stable, the receptionist gently pulls on the reins, ordering Andrés to stop. He obeys instantly, lowering his head slightly in submission. She settles on his shoulders for a few more seconds, as if enjoying his dominance before finally dismounting with the same grace with which she had climbed up. Andrés kisses her boots.
“You have done a good job, horse,” she said with a satisfied smile, placing one of her gloved hands on Andrés’ head and ruffling his hair with a playful gesture. Then, she looked at Mateo and Hernán, who had left their luggage in its place. “Now you two, settle into your assigned spots.”
The stable is perfectly equipped, with spaces designed for the human “horses” to rest comfortably. There are mats in the stalls, each with an inscription indicating the name of its rider. Bridles, whips and other implements hang on one of the walls, making it clear that control and discipline are essential in this place.
“Rest well, my faithful horse. Tomorrow we have an intense day ahead of us,” the receptionist whispered in Andrés’ ear before turning and leaving with the same elegance with which she had arrived, her heels and spurs echoing on the stable floor.
Andrés, still kneeling, feels a mixture of tiredness and pride. He has served his rider well, and he is ready for what awaits him at dawn. Meanwhile, Mateo and Hernán exchange glances, understanding that their fate is sealed in this place where dominance and obedience are the norm.
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The preparation of the men for the next day begins even before dawn, when the soft light of dawn barely touches the walls of the stable. A rhythmic sound of elegant footsteps breaks the silence: it is the receptionist, impeccably dressed in her uniform. Her outfit is a tight-fitting suit with a black jacket and short skirt, with a white button-down blouse, dark stockings and high heels with spurs that resonate authoritatively on the stable floor. She wears a pair of thin gloves and on her belt hangs a thin whip, a symbol of her absolute control.
With a calculated movement, she goes through each compartment, inspecting the “horses” while they are still sleeping. Her gaze fell on Andrés, who had been her mount the night before.
“It is time to wake up, my faithful horse,” she whispered in a melodic tone, sliding the tip of her whip along his back to make sure he reacted. Andrés shuddered and immediately dropped to his knees in obedience.
Around him, Mateo and Hernán also began to move, knowing that their preparation is imminent. The receptionist, with the same precision as an expert trainer, indicates that they should approach the grooming area of the stable, where they are provided with fresh water and energy foods. Although they are allowed to eat, their diet is light and balanced, as their physical performance must be optimal for the day ahead.
After breakfast, it is time for their physical preparation. A female instructor, dressed in an elegant sports outfit, enters with a firm step, carrying with her various reins and accessories. Her voice resonates with authority:
“Horses, it is time for your morning training. I want you to be in the best condition for your riders.”
One by one, the boys are equipped with straps and bridles that ensure their correct handling. They walk in a circle, maintaining an upright posture and looking forward, like well-trained horses. Then, they practice controlled trots and short runs, strengthening their endurance for when the ladies decide to ride them.
Finally, it is time for grooming. The ladies in charge of their care supervise that they are perfectly presentable: clean and combed hair, fresh skin and no signs of fatigue, ready to receive their orders with efficiency.
When everything was in place, the receptionist turned to them with a charming smile:
“Now yes, they are ready for their riders. I hope that today they are more resistant than yesterday.”
The men, still on their knees, nodded silently, feeling inside them the adrenaline of knowing that they would soon be ridden again.
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The Night Before
Hours earlier, Camila and Sofia had entered their hotel rooms, the lady riding on the shoulders of her bridled and saddled human horse. After Camila and Sofia had been gently placed in their beds, their human horses, exhausted but deeply satisfied at having fulfilled their duty, knelt beside their riders' beds, awaiting further orders. The ladies removed the bit from the men's mouths and then video chatted to share the experience.
Camila, still feeling the euphoria of the night ride, sat up slightly on the soft cushions and observed her mount with a mixture of amusement and pride. Her eyes had a mischievous gleam as she slid a foot out of bed, placing it on the shoulder of her faithful servant. "You've done a good job," she said in a honeyed voice. "I hope you're not too tired for tomorrow's ride."
Sofia, for her part, let out a contented yawn before gracefully reclining against the cushions. Without a word, she simply extended a hand and snapped her fingers, indicating that her mount should remove her boots.
The man obeyed immediately, his hands trembling with emotion, delicately unlacing his rider's footwear. Once freed from her boots, Sofia rested a foot on her mount's thigh, enjoying the gesture of devotion. "They should be ready for the next ride," she murmured with a mischievous smile.
The men nodded silently, with the reverence of those who knew their destiny was to serve. With precise movements, they proceeded to carefully arrange the ladies' belongings, ensuring everything was in order for the following morning.
Finally, when Camila and Sofia decided they no longer required further attention, the men were told to leave. But before leaving, each one bowed and kissed their riders' hands as a sign of respect.
The ladies, satisfied, snuggled between the silk sheets, triumphant smiles on their faces. They knew the new day would bring them more moments of mastery and enjoyment. And with that thought, they surrendered to rest, as their human horses were leaving the room, ready to face their own night in the stable.
The lady's voice, sweet but imperious, slid through the room like a seductive caress and an inescapable command. "Wait!" she said in a tone that brooked no reply. "Come here, because I want to possess you."
The man, who had already turned to leave, immediately stopped. A shudder ran through his body at the power contained in those words. Like a faithful servant before his sovereign, he turned slowly and approached with his head bowed in respect.
The lady, still reclining among the fine fabrics of her bed, gazed at him with a mixture of fascination and absolute dominance. With a slow gesture, she extended her hand, inviting—or rather, demanding—him to come closer. “Kneel,” she whispered with an enigmatic smile, her eyes shining with a hypnotic glow.
He obeyed immediately, bending his figure until his knees touched the soft carpet. His eyes dared not rise beyond the edge of the sheet that covered the lady, for he knew he was not the one who had the right to take the initiative. “Look at me,” she commanded in a velvety voice.
When their gazes finally met, an invisible current of power flowed between them. The lady extended her delicate foot and placed it on his thigh, enjoying the warmth of his skin through the fabric.
“You are mine,” she declared with absolute conviction. “And tonight you will remember it.”
The man swallowed, his chest rising and falling with suppressed emotion. He knew there was no greater honor than being chosen by her, being the object of her will, the instrument of her pleasure and whim. "Yes, my Mistress," he replied reverently as he kissed her feet and she stepped on his head.
The lady smiled contentedly. She had made her decision, and in her world, her desire was the only law.
Camila and Sofia, after being gently placed in their beds, exchanged a satisfied smile. The night still held its mystery, and the weight of her authority over the men was evident in the air.
Lust, pain, and pleasure flooded the room, as she straddled him and took control of him. In the end, she slept on the bed and he slept on the floor.
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