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  Chance Meeting part Three (by Paladin)
Posted by: edward - 08-06-2017, 06:15 PM - Forum: Stories - No Replies

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We met in the centre of the mat. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close enough to feel her chest rise against mine. I spun and lowered her to the mat and straddled her stomach. As I settled my butt she attempted a small bridge. I smiled, “what was that?”

She glared up at me, “I was trying to throw you off.”

“Not very hard.” I smacked her backside, “try harder.”

“Ummph.” This time she used her stomach muscles and legs to propel me upwards. I rode her up feeling the strength of her stomach muscles pressed against me. Then the delicious sensation of her collapsing back to the mat and me sinking deeper into her stomach. I looked at her for a long moment, “one,” I said.

She bridged again, higher this time. “Two.”

Three and four were fast bucks, one coming immediately after the other. Five was slower and deliberate as if she was seeing just how high she could lift me. I placed my hands on my hips trusting to my balance and her obvious inexperience. Six barely lifted me. “Not good enough, do it again,” I instructed her.

She placed her hands flat against the mat and bridged me properly five more times. At ten she lay gasping under me, “better than any gym ab workout,” she smiled.

“And much more enjoyable for me as well.” I got up and helped her up. As I did she caught me in a headlock and tried to twist around to trip me. I followed the motion letting her pull me down. We slumped to the mat and I felt her legs wrap around my waist. I rolled to my back and she quickly sat up on my stomach. I bridged lightly.

“One,” she said triumphantly.

I grinned and gave her two more before bucking and twisting. My blond yelped as she rolled onto her side. I pinned her wrists then sat just below her breasts, my shins resting along her forearms. Teasingly I wrote the numbers across her chest as I said them. She giggled and glared in equal parts.

“Would you like a rest?”

She gave a gentle buck, “I’m good to go.”

We caught at each other and rather than go for the pin I enjoyed the sensations of skin pressing against skin as we struggled for the upper hand. I pushed and rolled until I was lying on top of her. She giggled as I tried to capture her hands our position forgotten until I finally caught her wrists. 

“Uh darn it,” she smiled. “You got me again.”

I sat up, pulled her arms down by her sides and then pinned them there with my legs.

“This is different,” she said wiggling her fingers.

“Just watch,” I told her and shifted forward of her elbows so that I could take her wrists and pull them forward across my calves and press them down. “Leverage,” I told her.

“I’ll have to try that,” she replied as I counted.

I stumbled as we circled each other and this time she made sure I was pinned securely before counting. Her strong legs began pressing down across my biceps but at ‘three’ she slipped each leg forward then around, trapping my arms much as I had just done.

“I’m going to start counting again and this time you’re going to buck but you won’t get me off this time.”

She looked so pleased with herself that there was no way I could bring myself to unseat her. I bucked her enough to lift her up but not enough to unsettle her balance. By eight she’d let go of my wrists and had her fists planted firmly on her hips. I lifted her for ten.

“Stay up!” She ordered. “I want to see how strong you are.”

I grinned. My blond was not only proving to be strong and competitive but also inventive and more than willing to enter into the spirit of things. I’d never met a girl who had so quickly responded to this fetish.
I gritted my teeth and continued to hold her up. She slowly looked around, taking in the view as if nothing out of the ordinary was occurring. As if remembering I was there she looked down at me. “I could so get used to this feeling,” she told me.

Finally I dropped back to the mat. She shifted further forward onto my chest. “I can feel your breathing, lifting me up and down.”

“Is it a nice feeling?” I asked. 

She bit her lower lip, “it is. I don’t know why but it is.” She scratched my chest lightly with a nail. “Why don’t more women like this?”

“It’s not for everyone.”

“How did you know I would like it?” The nail continued it’s delightful scratching.

“You already had the right combination of strengths and they’re easy to see for anyone who takes the time to look. I didn’t know if you’d like it but once you’d committed to taking the chance I felt fairly certain that you would want to complete to the best of your ability.”

“And you definitely took the time to look didn’t you. I like that.” She smiled warmly as she got up.

“Last pin,” I warned her.

She laughed and leant forward giving me a wondrous view of her curves, “bring it.”

We tussled and she broke away. I tried to lock her up but she slipped past me.

“Ooh the big man can’t catch me!” She teased.

I stepped in too quickly for her to react and hip threw her to the mat. I let her drop with just enough speed to elicit a little squeal of fear then dropped onto her stomach. I landed with enough force to puff some air out of her. I placed my hands on her stomach, thumbs almost meeting in the centre of her toned midriff. I slid my hands up, loving the feel of her skin as my hands followed the curve of her stomach up to her ribs.
I continued to slide my hands up her ribs, adjusting my position as I did so that I wasn’t overbalanced or pressing too hard. My hands met the light satin of her bra and continued up and over, pressing lightly down as they passed over her cleavage. My blond lay unresisting under me but her breathing had quickened.

My hands slipped up her arms, pushing them up above her head where they met in a divers pose, palm on palm. By now I was looking directly into her eyes. The fire was there and more.

Just as slowly I drew my body up over hers. My groin pressed into her belly as I moved and her chest swelled as I swept up to her ribs. My breathing had quickened to match hers. The sensation of of moving up and over the satin was a burn that started low, ran it’s way up through my stomach and into my chest. The soft curves above her bra rose under me as I paused. Then I slid down till I stopped just before her chin. My legs rested along her arms and her face was beautiful framed between my thighs.

“I think you’ve won,” she whispered.

“No, not yet.”

My blond gave me a quizzical look.

“Count to ten,” I told her.

“One,” she kissed my left thigh. “Two,” she kissed the other, slower this time. “Three,” she returned to the other thigh and her tongue traced a path along my skin.

I shifted closer so that with each turn of her head and count her chin would draw itself across me. When my blond finally reached ten I had nearly run out of anything resembling control. She looked up at me with soft eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to win something else, I mean you have already ridden me?”

I laughed, “all I did was sit on your back as we rode up the elevator. I haven’t begun to ride you yet.”

“You could have both. I mean, I wouldn’t mind, you have beaten me after all. Aren’t I your pony slave now?”  

“Yes you are my pony slave.” I stood and let her draw my underwear down. She lay back down and waited for me to resume my seat high on her chest.

“What are you?” I asked.

She began plying her tongue softly around before she answered, “I’m your pony slave.”

“And what am I?”

Her tongue swirled around me and I gasped. “You’re my master,” she replied submissively.

This girl seemed to know exactly how to play her role. She was so willing to enter the fantasy that it would be impossible for me to have not to have accepted what she’d offered.

“Why am I your master pony slave?”

“Because you defeated me and conquered me in wrestling master. You pinned me to the mat and made me your slave after you’d ridden me” she smiled then returned to licking and kissing. 

I groaned as the fire grew within me. “Where is your rightful place pony slave?”

My blond looked up at me and smiled. “On my back with you sitting on me master or on all fours being your obedient pony or....”

“Or, pony slave?” I could barely get the words out my mouth was so dry.

“Or doing this master,” her mouth drew me in, slowly at first as I gasped and felt every muscle in my body tighten. Then more quickly, her lips, tongue and mouth demanding until I had no shreds of control left to hold onto.

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  Chance Meeting part Two (by Paladin)
Posted by: edward - 08-06-2017, 06:14 PM - Forum: Stories - No Replies

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I moved on to the mat and I could see her watching me nervously. I stepped closer and she moved to meet me. I reached out to catch her arm but she danced back lightly, lithe muscles flexing as she reacted. Grinning I closed quickly and wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her tight in against my body. I swept a leg and lowered my blond gently to the mat. 

I guessed the gym mat was slightly cold because her eyes widened as her back met the surface. She lay there unresisting as I straddled her stomach. I caught her wrists and pushed them down to the mat beside her head. She smiled up at me as I counted to ten.

“I expected a little more of a fight,” I commented.

She tried to raise one shoulder off the mat then subsided. “I wanted to see how it felt.”


“Being sat on?”

She nodded, “that and whether you would be rough with me.”

I released her wrists and sat back, allowing my full weight to settle. Her stomach curved beautifully underneath me and I could feel her muscles press against my backside as she breathed. “I never said I would be rough.”

She smiled up at me, “men never do.”

I felt her thighs close and leant back, relaxing. “So what’s it like being wrestled and sat on for the first time?”

She thought about it for a moment. “It was exciting to defy you and then to feel your strength as you took control of me but I appreciated that you didn’t need to hurt me to show that you could beat me.”

“It’s not about hurting you. The pleasure is in the contest, the physical contact and of course in sitting on you. Am I too heavy?”

She shook her head. “Is it really pleasurable sitting on me ?”

“Absolutely. Your stomach is soft but strong as it presses against my backside. Your skin is smooth where is touches my thighs  and looking down on you from this position only inflames the sensations.”

She laughed, “I will have to try it myself then.”

I got up and reached down to help her to her feet. Stepping back I allowed her time and room to prepare for the next round. This was turning into a far more interesting evening than I could have expected. I wondered if giving her the opportunity to straddle me would further fan the spark of her competitive fire. Would she take the opportunity or even recognise it. How would she feel when her body was pressing mine down to the mat? Would it be the same rush of exhilaration that I got or would it leave her mystified as to why someone would chose this fetish?

She rushed in, bent down and grabbed my leg, trying to unbalance me. With a laugh I allowed myself to collapse forward, taking her down to the mat beneath me. She struggled and brought she knees up to try and stop me straddling her stomach. I rolled her from her side onto her back. She tried to push me away but I again caught her wrists and pinned them above her head. Then ignoring her legs I slid up her body, swung my leg across and straddled her chest. I sat back on her breasts my shins pinning her arms down

“Hey!” she protested.

I counted to ten while her legs swung helplessly from side to side in a helpless attempt to unseat me.

I sat high above her, looking down into her eyes, “you have a protest or question?”

“I thought you had to sit on my stomach.”

I shifted my shins off her arms  but stayed sitting high on her chest. “My apologies for the misunderstanding. When I said you win by sitting on your opponent I didn’t just mean on the stomach. I should have made that clearer.”

She considered that and nodded, then bit her lip.

“Another question?”  

“Is sitting on my chest different from sitting on my stomach. I mean is it more pleasurable.”

“It can be,” I admitted. “You have a magnificent chest after all.”

She laughed, “I think that in the context that is the strangest compliment I’ve ever received. Is it more pleasurable though?”

“You want to know if I’m aroused by sitting on your chest? Yes of course I am. You’re a beautiful woman and I’m in an incredibly dominant position. If I were wrestling you for a different outcome then this position would yield even more pleasure.”

I stood and helped her up. “Have you wrestled for that outcome before?” She asked. I smiled in response and gave her shoulder a little push. She pushed back. As I reached to push her again she danced around my hand and threw her arm around my neck. I felt her bicep tighten as she pulled me down into a headlock. Having my head pulled firmly against her side was far from unpleasant. I tried to catch her legs so I could pick her up but she used my trick of dropping her weight. I went with it curious to see what she would do.

For a few seconds we pushed against each other to gain an upper hand. She managed to get her feet under her and heaved. Laughing I rolled onto my side and continued the movement till I was on my back and she was sprawled across me. Surprised by my sudden collapse she hesitated and then leapt on top of me. She actually leapt and landed with a solid splash on my stomach. The look on her face was priceless, a mixture of shocked surprise and wicked glee.
I let her gain her balance then gave a small bridge. She bounced upwards with small gasp. I did it again and she threw out an arm to balance herself. I curled up and tried to push her off.

“Oh hell no,” she growled Pushing off her toes she pounced and landed squarely on my chest, knocking me back to the mat. She counted to ten quickly before throwing both hands up in victory. 

I looked up at her, admiring the curve of her stomach, the arch of her chest and the way the light touch of perspiration made her skin glow.

“I’m not too heavy on you am I?”

“No, of course not.”

“Good! because I’m not getting off just yet.” She looked down at me. “I think I’m starting to understand the appeal of this..., this hobby?”

“Call it what you like,” I laughed. “How does it feel to win?”

“I feel powerful,” she flexed both biceps and gave her hips a little wriggle. “When I got you in that headlock I was so single minded about getting you to the ground that I couldn’t think of anything else. I just wanted on be on top of you and then when you nearly threw me off the adrenaline really hit and I just..,”

“Pounced,” I suggested.

She grinned, “it felt pretty wild.” She put her hands on her hips. “Now answer my earlier question, why aren’t we wrestling for the other outcome? You can’t tell me that when you were sitting on me that you weren’t excited.”

“Let’s be honest if that was all I wanted I would hardly have to go to much effort to either purchase it directly or through drinks and conversation would I? I wanted something much harder to find, more unique and intense. Does that make sense?”

“Something unique and intense, yes I can understand that. I suppose I should let you up now, could you throw me off if you wanted to?”

“Possibly but you won the pin fairly so I stay here till you let me up.”

“How does it make you feel to be sat on?”

Ah, she was turning the tables on me in more ways than one. This girl had an exciting way of challenging me. “How does it make me feel hmm? Competitive and excited, obviously but more importantly it makes me feel happy. I’ve got someone who’s willing to throw herself into the fantasy with me, what more could I ask for?”

“Nice answer,” my blond grinned. “Now get up and let me make you happy by kicking your butt again.”

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  Chance Meeting - Part 1 (by Paladin)
Posted by: edward - 08-06-2017, 06:13 PM - Forum: Stories - No Replies

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“So is this the moment when you ask me if I want a drink or are you going to tell me that your wife doesn’t understand you?”

I smiled. The young blond, in the figure hugging little black dress, sitting alone at the bar had already sent two men scurrying off, the first with a cool glare that could have restored the polar ice-caps. The second had muttered something about bitches with attitudes before he’d headed off for easier hunting grounds.

“Actually I was hoping to gain the attention of the bartender who seems unhealthily fixated on your cleavage.”

The blond raised an eyebrow which sent the barely pubescent barman in my direction. 

“Talisker,’ I ordered, “two ice-cubes not an avalanche please.” I raised my glass in a mocking salute to the blond and she turned away. A pity, she really was very attractive. Still I wasn’t here to add to the misery of any already dull work related trip. At least the peat and smoke flavours of the whiskey could be relied upon to ease the end of a long day.

“You never answered my question.”

I turned and made sure to keep my eyes several points above her neckline. “Which question was that?”

She did the eyebrow again.

“Not married and I’m not really in the habit of forcing alcohol on unwilling young women.” I responded.

“I never said I was was unwilling,” she regarded me for a long moment. “So, divorced or simply unable to to commit because your male ego never allowed you to grow up?”

I sipped my drink, “separated, as for growing up well I wonder if any of us could make that claim. How about yourself; stood up, broken up or just out to make every male in town miserable?”

She laughed at that and it was a surprisingly pleasant sound. 

“Don’t you think they deserve it. Look at them, off on business and prowling the bars ready to jump anything with breasts and a pulse.”

“And for many the pulse would be optional,” I added.

She smiled at that. “And you?”

“I prefer a pulse. I’m old fashioned like that.” I took another sip, “not that I’m looking for anything like that.” Turning back to the bar I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my neck. Her defences were highly attuned to dealing with being ogled and pawed, being dismissed wasn’t so easy to ignore. 

“Really, so you’re different are you?” I could almost feel the sarcasm level in the room rising.

I shrugged but didn’t turn back. “Never said that. I just said that what I’m looking for is something different.”

I counted silently to ten before looking up at the mirror behind the bar. Her stare had moved from openly hostile to appraising with a slight tinge of curiosity. 

“So what’s different consist of?”

I turned to look at her again, “hmm?”

She slipped off her stool and made a slight adjustment to the hem of her dress, giving me time to admire the smooth line of her legs. She moved closer and sat on he stool next to mine. She leant in and I had to remind myself that I was supposed to be looking at her face. 

“All right I’ll admit I’m curious, what’s different about you?”

I took another sip and this time deliberately let my gaze move slowly, down the line of her neck, taking in the athletic strength of her shoulders, then the obvious but delightful curves down to her narrow waist. When I looked back up she met my eyes with a challenging stare.

“I’ll answer your question in two parts, how I judge your reaction to the first part will determine if I tell you the second.”

“So much mystery,” she gently mocked but I could see she was becoming hooked.
I hadn’t really intended looking for anything like this on this trip but she’d almost fallen into my lap, so to speak and the sheer amount of defensiveness and hostility actually made her an easier target.

“All right part one. My preference is for unique, strong women and by that I don’t mean muscle bound. I appreciate strength of character as much as an athletic build. Take yourself for example, most people see that you’re physically attractive but how many notice the tone in your muscles and realise that you care for your overall health not just your looks.” 

The blond gave me a genuine smile and not just because I’d said she was attractive but because I’d indicated that there was much more depth to her personality. I was indicating that she stood out from the majority of people.

Before she could comment I raised a hand. “When I can I like to wrestle with women like you.”

A slight frown crossed her forehead, clearly it was not something she was expecting to here.

“I did say that this was something only unique women enjoy.” There, I’d baited the hook. Would her pride push her forward?

She took a sip of the last of her wine. I waved the bartender over and signalled a refill for us both. He gave me a far more respectful look this time. If only he knew the truth. 

“By wrestling you mean?”

“Playful fighting, no hitting or violence, ending in a pin where the winner sits on top of the loser.”

“Do you have to be naked?”

I chuckled, “it’s not a prerequisite, certainly I’m not aware of any international rules that say you have to be.”
She raised her wine glass and peered at me over the rim. “So what separates the women who like to wrestle from those that don’t?”

“Confidence and playfulness but mostly I look for a spark of fire in the eyes that tells me I’ve found the right person.”

She sipped her wine, “do I have that spark?”

Gently I reached out and cupped her chin, she didn’t pull away. “I think you cover it up because it makes others jealous but yes you have it.”

She blushed, pleased that I could see in her something she herself wasn’t sure she had. All of us have that need, that desire for another to see something special in us. It’s a powerful desire that when used positively can drive people to do their best but at it’s worst it can eat a person from the inside. 

I wasn’t trying to deliberately manipulate her, rather it was more like a screening process I’d developed over the years. I released her chin, my fingers slipping slowly away, caressing her the tender skin along her jawline.

“What is the second part?” she asked, her voice a little more husky now.

I sipped at my whiskey, considering her request. “I think I can tell you but I must start by saying that most people tend to wander through a rather vanilla life without even noticing the myriad of other shades that lie alongside.”

“I’m not most people” She interjected.

“Maybe not but perhaps what I would be suggesting is a bit beyond what you are ready to cope with.”

Her eyes flashed and she drew in a deep breath. I smiled she was already prepared to fight for her newly found sense of herself. 

“I can cope with anything you can throw at me,” she growled.

“Really?” I asked. “How do you feel about wrestling me?”

She paused, then grinned, “I reckon I could take you.”

I smiled and swirled the ice in my glass. Well this was compressing things quite a bit but why not. I hadn’t planned for this, so if it didn’t work out I hadn’t lost anything. I nodded and considered what I would say.

“When I find a really exceptional woman with the perfect balance of strength, fun and fire I like to go beyond wrestling. I like to ride her, on all fours preferably. I challenge her to unseat me while I try to break her will and make her submit to my domination.” I leant back and took a long drink, “you did ask,” I told her when I put the glass down.

She took a long sip of her own, then faced me directly. “That’s pretty strange.” she commented. I shrugged but didn’t reply. “I think I could carry you, at least for a while,” she added. “Do some girls enjoy it?”

“Some love it.”

She turned letting her gaze move across the room. I could see she was weighing up the prospect of an evening turning down business men growing steadily more intoxicated, going home or trying something new and strange and oddly thrilling to even think about.

“Where would we do this?” She asked it quickly as if getting it out in the open before she could change her mind.

“I have just the right place in mind, shall we?” I offered my arm and she accepted.

“You’re oddly old fashioned at times aren’t you?”

“Someone has to be,” I replied. It looked as though this night could be well worth remembering.    

I led her out of the bar, ignoring the looks of the other patrons and focusing on the soft touch of her fingers on my wrist and the sway of her hips against mine as we threaded out way between the tables.

We reached the lobby and crossed to the elevators. I turned her and slid my hand across her hip and around to the small of her back. “Kiss me,” I told her.

“What?” she leant back slightly

“Kiss me,” I repeated firmly.


“I want everyone in that room to see that you're my property.”

She blinked at that then kissed my cheek. She slowly kissed her way along my jawline while I kept my gaze focused on the bar. “Are they watching?” she whispered. She reached my lips. 

“You’re destroying them with jealousy,” I murmured. I pulled her closer to me, crushing her lips with mine until the elevator chimed. As we stepped inside she laughed, “that was so much fun.”

The doors closed. I turned to face her, “get down on all fours I told her.”


I nodded and she slowly got down on all fours. I happily admired the way her little black dress tightened around her backside. I pressed a button and stepped over her body. I could see she was carefully trying to watch me. “Keep looking forward,” I told her and she did. I slowly lowered my weight onto her back as the elevator chimed past the first floor.

I paused with about 50% of my weight braced by my legs and the rest across her hips. I could hear her breathing quicken and this excited me even more than the kiss had. I deliberately slid forward, lowering all of my weight as I moved into the natural curve of her back. I felt her shoulders brace against my forward motion. Third floor.

“That’s all my weight,”

“Mmmph,” she replied.

As we passed through 4 and 5 I deliberately moved around on her back, finding that perfect spot. My blond said nothing until comfortable and with my feet completely off the floor I reached out and took her long hair up in one hand.

“You’re not going to mess my hair up are you?”

I laughed. “You’re in an elevator, on all fours with a man you barely know sitting astride your back and you’re worried about your hair being messed up?”

It took a moment for that to sink in and then she began to laugh softly. Her back bounced ever so slightly under me. It was a lovely sensation that sent little trickles of pleasure up my spine. 

She stopped laughing which was a shame as it was a lovely sensation. “What happens if the doors open and someone’s there?”

I shrugged, “they either come in or wait for the next elevator I suppose.”

“You don’t get off?”


She shifted a little as that idea also sunk in. I glanced up at the panel and realised we were nearly at the top floor. Most of the guests were aware of the roof-top gym and no doubt quite a few had tried out the yoga/pilates classes but very few would bother to go up there at night. I had gone up there last night and wasn’t too surprised to find that in these fine summer nights the gym mats were left out.

The doors slid open and I gave her a light kick with my heels. She reacted as if this was perfectly normal and carried me smoothly out of the elevator and on to the astroturf they’d used to make the roof look less like a stark, concrete wasteland.

She hesitated and I kicked her again, a little harder this time. She moved forward and I began to use her hair to guide her towards the gym mats. “You really do use my hair as reins?” She sounded surprised.

I smiled and drew her hair back. She came to a halt so quickly that I began to think I’d found a natural pony girl. I dismounted and she waited on all fours.

“Stand up”

She did and looked around. The city scape around us at night was beautiful but I didn’t want her to break her concentration. 

“Look at me.” She did and smiled. “Was I too heavy?” I asked.
“No actually. Was I good at it, was I, you know?”

“Surprisingly good. I haven’t even met many professional pony girls who so instinctively know what to do.”

She grinned at the compliment.

“Take your dress off.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Unless you intend to wrestle me in it,” I clarified.

“Oh,” she wriggled out of her dress, taking long enough to be sure I was watching as the tight material slowly slipped down her body. I’d been right about the tone of her muscles and the sight of her lovely curves, accentuated by her simple black lingerie, eclipsed the skyline.

She stood before me with her hands on her hips, “aren’t you going to take something off?”

I raised an eyebrow, “what would you like me to take off?”

She sauntered closer and began slowly undoing my shirt buttons. My blond slid her hands over my shoulders and my shirt dropped to the floor. The warm night air pressed against my chest but my attention was focused on her hands as they slipped down to my belt. She kissed my chest and slowly dropped to her knees. 

Within moments my shoes and trousers were lying beside my shirt and the night air had grown considerably warmer. 

“The rules,” I began once she had stood up, “are simple. We wrestle until one person is sitting on top of the other. After a count of ten the person on the bottom is pinned and has lost that round. We will wrestle for the best out of eleven.”

“What happens then?” her breathing was quicker and her chest swelled enticingly with each breath.

“The winner claims the loser as their pony and can ride them as they want.”

She licked her lips nervously.

“You’ve already been extremely brave.”

She smiled.

“Think about how you feel right now. Think about how fast you’re breathing, how hard your heart is thumping. Your skin is tingling with adrenaline. When was the last time you felt like this? Do you really want to let that feeling go now?”

She stepped onto the mat, facing me and swept her long blond hair back over her shoulders. She took a deep breath. “Pin me if you can,” she challenged.

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  Casey the Pony-girl Part 4 (Final) (By Paladin)
Posted by: edward - 08-06-2017, 05:55 PM - Forum: Stories - No Replies

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Despite the warmth of her back I shivered. I could feel her muscles moving and pressing against my own skin. I curved my legs around her ribs loving the movement of her breasts against my calves then gave a little squeeze. Casey gasped and increased her pace. 

Now mine is an older house by New Zealand standards which I love but my one concession to the modern age is a big shower. I dismounted as we entered the bathroom. “Stay on all fours,” I commanded as I adjusted the taps. I remounted and urged her in.

“The kneepads will get wet,” she warned.

A light, hot spray swept over us and Casey sighed as her worn muscles greeted the steam and gentle drumming water. I stood and took a bottle off a shelf. I sat on Casey’s hips and popped the lid.

“Dove moisturising body wash?” Casey sniggered.

“My sister left it behind on her last visit,” I grumbled.

“Very sensitive and modern of you.”

“Just for that I’m not going to warm it up.” I squeezed hard and the cold cream dropped onto her back eliciting a squeal of protest. 

I lathered the body wash across her back and shoulders, my hands may have briefly swept across her ribs and chest in the process but no-one’s perfect.

I moved off her hips and slid down the curve of her back and up towards her shoulder blades. Then slowly back to her hips. The ride down and up her back started a burning deep in my guts and given the amount of mental and physical stimulation I’d already experienced this day I wondered if my nervous system could handle much more overload.

“Bend your elbows,” I told her and followed this instruction by pushing her shoulders down. “As I slide forward rise up to meet me.”

Casey did as she was told and I added more body wash to the mix. 

This time I pushed off her hips with more force and speed. The angle of Casey’s body helped. As I rose up from the curve of her spine she straightened her arms and my groin ground in firmly against the middle of her back. “Ride me Master,” she encouraged. The fire roared up through my body, consuming what was left of my restraint.

I rode Casey’s back faster, pressing in more deeply with each slide. Casey fought to keep up, her breathing coming almost as fast as mine. She threw her head back, driving herself upwards and the fire responded.

I came in surges, unable to stop my legs tightening around her ribs, unaware that she was taking my entire weight on her arms. 

The shaking and euphoria continued long after I slipped back to the middle of her body. Long after I stood up on legs that felt like hot wires had run down every fibre.

Casey got to her feet and stretched. She tipped her face up, allowing the water to run unhindered across her breasts. I wondered how I’d ever been so fortunate to have had this gorgeous woman agree to enter my fantasy. For a moment I also wondered if I had gone too far. Had I just spoilt something incredible by being so selfish with my own needs?

Casey turned and pushed her hair back from her face and grinned. She sauntered over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. 

“I think your time is well and truly up,” she smiled again. “I’ve never been; so controlled, so dominated, so physically driven to collapsing or so used as you used me today and it’s not going to happen again,”

“I’m sorry..,” I started to interrupt but she gave my hair a tug and told me to hush.

“I meant it’s not going to happen again next time because next time I damn well intend to win the wrestling match!”

We’ll let the steam rise up to cover the rest.

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  Casey the Pony-girl Part 3 (By Paladin)
Posted by: edward - 08-06-2017, 05:51 PM - Forum: Stories - No Replies

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I mounted Casey without hesitation, slipping comfortably into the broad leather saddle. Casey moved from side to side getting the saddle to sit just right on her back.

I took up my rein and slipped my feet into the stirrups. The cool metal of the spurs felt strangely natural against my heels. Carefully, this was my first time using spurs as well, I pressed my heels back and ran the wheels up the front of Casey’s thighs. She jumped as though I’d used a riding crop on her backside. I reined her tightly in and this time tapped her thighs lightly.

Casey was moving across the lawn court in an easy, confident gait. “How does the saddle feel pony?”

“It’s like you’re sitting on my whole back all at once,” she replied. “Although it’s heavier, it’s all spread out.”

I nodded then rose in the stirrups till I was just above the saddle. Without warning I dropped my weight back into the saddle. Casey puffed suddenly and stumbled. I raised her head to help her steady then raised and dropped my weight again.
“A little quicker pony,’ I ordered and reinforced this with the stirrups. Casey responded perfectly, without missing a stride she moved a little more quickly. I waited a moment until I was sure of my timing then began lifting and dropping my weight, ‘rising to the trot.’

I pushed her on to the middle of the court then reined her to a halt. Casey said nothing, just waited, still and quiet underneath me. She’d earn't a breather but an idea sprang to mind. I leant forward over the pommel and brought my feet up as far as I could. In a single motion I raked the spurs down her backside and across her thighs. Casey’s entire body shook as if touched by an electric current.

Grinning I leant forward again. I could hear her breathing quicken as I lowered the spurs till they just touched her lycra gym shorts. I paused drawing out her anticipation. Then again the electric current raced through her.

Without comment I sat back and tapped her forward. I placed one hand on my thigh and guided her with the other. Strangely relaxed I sat more casually into the saddle. Casey moved with such confidence now that I found myself thinking of her as more of a pony that I was riding and controlling than a girl whose back I was sitting on. 

Without thinking I tightened my right leg, pressed the right spur to her thigh and reined her across. Casey obeyed instantly as if we’d practised the manoeuvre many times. Grinning I tightened the rein and she completed two tight circles before I sent her straight again.

Her obedience was as intoxicating as the initial pleasure of sitting on her had been. In some ways it was greater. To have this beautiful woman under me and totally under my dominance was beyond sexy. Waves of endorphins and adrenaline trembled through my muscles. My skin prickled in the light breeze and I felt so..., powerful! 

I turned Casey and started back down the court. I played with her, turning in and out of imaginary poles, ‘bending’ it’s called. I stopped her, made her take steps in reverse, bounced lightly and heavily.

My pony bore it all without comment, as if the saddle and spurs had put her fully into the illusion that she was my slave, mine to ride, mine to command.

Knowing Casey was nearing the end of her energy and I was nearing the end of my time I spurred her into a faster gate. Before she could give in I pulled her head suddenly back but spurred her thighs harder than ever before.

Caught between two conflicting demands Casey shot upwards in a perfect rear. I hadn’t expected it, who knows what I’d expected but we held there balanced (me using my toes to support both my weight and hers) for long seconds before she dropped quivering back to the ground. 

Her limbs shook, her head drooped forwards. “Lie down pony,” I said. She slumped to the ground.

I removed the spurs and saddle then sat on the firm curves of her backside. She started to say something but I hushed her. I ran my fingernails over the exposed skin of her back and she gasped in pleasure. I kneaded the muscles in her back then her shoulders. Slowly I peeled the sweat-soaked crop-top up and over her head. The dark material was proof of how hard she’d worked to please me. I lightly scratched and massaged her back, earning sighs of happiness.

“How much time do you have left?” She asked

“15 minutes,” I replied. “But don’t worry about it. You’ve been amazing.”

“No!” She squirmed and turned under me. Leaving me straddling her stomach and intensely aware that the curves I’d so admired before were now fully revealed. Casey smiled, “scratch,” she ordered. The power had definitely shifted despite me being on top.

I began with her neck and shoulders and even ran my nails over her biceps which made her giggle and distracted me further. 

“Stop!”She ordered again. “You’ve got 15 minutes left of me being your pony and there’s no way I’m backing out now and you aren’t either. Believe me when you’re my slave I’m riding you for the full hour.

I moved up onto her chest, more to give me time to think than anything else. “Well there is something...,” I couldn’t believe I was even considering this.

Soft lips pressed themselves against my inner thigh. Startled I looked down. Casey gave me an evil smile turned her head to the side and ran her tongue slowly along my other thigh.

Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead I thought.

I jumped to my feet, 10 minutes to go, “on all fours!” I commanded. Casey obeyed immediately. I stripped off my shorts and underwear and fairly leapt onto her back. I drummed her thighs with my heels and rode her back into the house. this wasn’t over yet.

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  Casey the Pony-girl Part Two (By Paladin)
Posted by: edward - 08-06-2017, 05:45 PM - Forum: Stories - No Replies

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Casey slipped on the knee pads and made a slow twirl, “I’m not sure if they’re this year’s fashion statement but they fit nicely.”

“Well I had your knees in mind when I bought them.”

Casey laughed and got down on all fours, “how’s this?” she asked.

I took a deep breath, “doesn’t get much better,” I replied. 

I walked around her and she watched me with a cheeky smile. I ran my hand down her back and she giggled. Casey wiggled her hips and told me to get on with it.

I swung my leg over her back and lowered my weight slowly down. Her back curved under me and I saw the muscles in her shoulders tense to take the strain. I lifted my feet off the floor and Casey was holding my full weight. 

“Is that all your weight?” She asked

“Yep.” I answered. “How are you coping?”

“Yeah, it’s nowhere near as hard as I thought it would be. What do we do now?”

I swept up her dark hair in my right hand and pulled her head back enough to let her know I was in control but not enough to cause much discomfort. I let my soft rein slip through my fingers then lightly drummed my heels against her thighs. 

Hesitantly, at first, but then with more confidence Casey walked forwards. I shifted my weight backwards and drew on the rein. Casey stumbled then stopped and waited. I loosened the rein and urged her on again. This time she was ready for me and stopped smoothly as her head was pulled back. 

I tapped her sides and she started forward as if she’d done this many times before. I tightened my right knee against her side and gently drew her hair across. Casey followed my lead and I rode her in a series of arcs around the lounge. 

“Time for a pause.”

Casey stopped in the middle of the lounge.

I relaxed and let more of my body weight sink into the middle of her back. A little groan slipped from her lips but she quickly braced herself. “How are the knees holding out pony?”

She breathed deeply before answering, “this is a heck of a workout but the kneepads seem to be working fine. Am I doing okay?”

I patted her shoulder, “you’re doing great. Now I’m going to get you to try and buck me off.”


“Start by trying to bounce me up and down on your back.”

The first was a little pulse that barely raised me up. I gave her butt a smack and she yelped but the next bounce lifted me. Three more in quick succession had me grinning in pleasure.

“Keep going pony,” I ordered, fully enjoying the undulating motion against my groin.

Eventually Casey sagged, “I can’t throw you off,” she gasped.

Without answering I tapped her sides and she responded. I kicked a little harder, “faster pony.”

She moved more quickly and the end of the lounge approached. I tugged the rein to the left, sharper than before and she turned. “Now fast as you can pony!” I kicked harder and she broke into a ‘canter.’ 

I have a long rectangular lounge and to her credit Casey made it right to the end. Her head dropped when we stopped, her breathing sharp and fast. I took some of my weight back onto my feet. 

“No I can take it,” she gasped.

A little tentatively I lowered my full weight back down. Casey nodded as if saying to herself ‘I can do this.’

I turned her slowly and rode her back to the centre of the lounge. “Try and buck me off pony.”

“I honestly can’t,’ she answered. “I really tried my best last time.”

“But this time you can walk, turn, stop, start, anything you like.”

Her head came up as she considered this. She moved forward, stopped suddenly and bucked. I laughed, “Come on pony you’ll have to be more sneaky than that. I know you’re just a girl and my slave but..,”

I didn’t get to finish that taunt because she shot forward, spun around and bucked while still in the turn. Coming out of the turn she realised she’d unsettled me. Casey broke into a canter, slammed on the breaks and roared with laughter as I rolled headfirst onto the floor. 

She collapsed to the floor still laughing. I crawled over, rolled her onto her back and straddled her stomach. She was laughing and breathing fast. Her stomach pulsed with each laugh sending waves of pleasure up through my spine and stomach. I pinned her wrists and looked down into her eyes.

“I knew I could throw you off,” she crowed. “Pony-girl, slave one, Master zip.”

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Hell yes!” Her eyes sparked. “Let’s try that again.”

I gave her nose a tweak, “I have other plans for you my naughty little pony-girl.”

She gave me a little bounce, “well then you’d better let me get up so I can assume the position then hadn’t you, Master?”

I got up and gave her a hand up, “Let’s go outside.”

Now like many old New Zealand farm houses you could count on two things; at least one lemon tree and some kind of sports/entertainment area. Back before the fifties the farmers had to have some way of allowing their wives to socialise and their sons to meet the daughters of other farmers. My property has a lawn tennis court come cricket wicket which has remained since 1920. I think Casey saw the long, green rectangle and instantly summed up what was going to happen. She got part of it right.

“Remember when I said you could say ‘enough’ at any time?”

She nodded but her fists were defiantly placed on her hips and I knew she was still up for the challenge. 

“Get on all fours pony,’ I ordered.

She did as she was told and waited silently.

From behind the corner of the house I took a warm, dark brown stock saddle. It’s high pommel and cantle designed to keep a rider firmly in the saddle over rough ground and at high speed.

“You must be joking,” Casey eyes widened but she braced herself as I approached and she didn’t make any further protest as I placed it on her back. I had already adjusted the wide stirrups so that my feet would still be just above the ground.

Casey wriggled a little to settle the saddle into place, “is that the best you’ve got?” she grinned. 

I smiled back, she looked incredible with the saddle on her back and I had another surprise for her.

“Remember you can say enough.” I held up two U shaped hoops of metal. From the base of each U a small spar stuck out, a spiky little wheel attached to each spar.

“Now I know you’re joking,” she said.

Without answering I ran the spur across her hand and she winced. Looking down expecting to see a scratch Casey realized the spur’s edges were smooth. I walked behind her and ran a spur down the base of her spine, down one firm cheek and down the back of one thigh. She shuddered and I repeated down the other leg.

“Does my pony like it?”

Casey shivered again, “it goes right up and down my spine but it tingles in a strangely good way.”

I put the spurs on and felt the excitement and adrenaline rush through me.


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  Casey the Pony-girl Part One (By Paladin)
Posted by: edward - 08-06-2017, 05:44 PM - Forum: Stories - No Replies

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I slammed her wrists to the carpet, ignoring the slight gasp this drew out of her. I grinned down at her and started to count, “1, 2, 3.” She started bucking wildly underneath me, her stomach slamming into my backside. “4, 5, 6.”

“Get off me,” she growled.

“7, 8, 9, 10,” I punched my fists up into the air in victory as she slumped underneath me. I crossed my arms over my chest, “what’s the score wench?”

“Bite me,” she shot back.

“Not nice,” I teased as I slid up over her toned body. I sat my backside comfortably down on her breasts and pinned her arms with my shins. She groaned slightly and I could feel the delicious rise and fall of her chest under me. “What’s the score?” I asked again.

She glared up at me, “11 -7 to you.”

“Sorry couldn’t hear you.”

“11 - 7 to you, now get off.”

I smiled and wriggled my butt into a more snug position on her chest. “So one more pin and I win or you could just submit now and save yourself the beating.”
She grinned back up at me, “there’s no way I’m submitting. You want to win you’re going to have to pin me again.”
She cocked one eyebrow and poked her tongue out at me. 

Casey and I had started out as training partners in a boxing class and she had cheekily told me at the end that she was sure she could have taken me in the ring. Most people looking at this slim brunette probably wouldn’t have suspected the tone beneath her curves. We’d progressed to short wrestling matches and her competitive nature had kicked into high gear.

By the time I’d suggested a first to 12 wrestling match Casey had already made plans of her own. “The winner gets the loser as a slave for an hour, unless you’re scared of being beaten by a girl” she’d suggested with a crooked smile.

“And what would you do with your hour?” I asked testing this opportunity.

Shed pointed to her feet, “these are going to be massaged until your fingers turn numb and then you’ll start on my shoulders.”

I nodded and thought about what Casey could do for an hour as my slave. Some of my thoughts must have shown on my face because she’d smiled widely as if reading my mind. Pushing aside certain thoughts I’d cleared my throat. “What I want is for you to be my pony for the hour.”

“Like on all fours?” She looked a little surprised but not too put off.
“Yeah on all fours, that’s if you think you’re strong enough. I mean if you’re too weak to do it I can think of something else.”

She rose to the bait instantly, “oh I’m strong enough all right. I can carry your butt anywhere, anytime, anyway, Mr.”

Then we shook on it.

Now those firm curves that many other guys at the gym had admired were pinned beneath me and the gorgeous face was framed between my thighs. “One more pin and you’re my slave, pony-girl.” I gave her cheeks a light, teasing pat before rolling off.

We both stood up and she approached me slowly. Her crop-top and lycra gym shorts accentuated her figure and made for distracting wrestling. “You know having you sitting on top of me is very exciting.”

“Is it?”

She moved in closer and ran one hand lightly up my arm, “mmm, and when you were sitting on my chest just then I was imagining other things we could have been doing.”

She was so close now I could almost feel her breath on my chest. “Looking up at you made me feel so submissive and excited.” Casey’s lips brushed against my chest.

The blood pounding in my ears were probably the only drops remaining in my head at this point, “really?”

Her hand tightened on my arm. In a single smooth movement Casey stepped across and neatly hip threw me to the ground. She dropped onto my chest hard enough to drive the wind out of me and continued to bounce as she counted to ten.  

“Oh yes!” she did a victory hip sway that did nothing to alleviate the lack of blood to my brain. Casey put a finger to her lip and pouted, “oh you big strong man you make me feel so submissive.”

“You are evil,” I growled.

Casey gave me her most superior smirk, “care to submit?”

“Never going to happen girlie.”

She jumped up, bent forward - giving me an amazing view of her cleavage and said, “bring it on!”

I got to my feet and we circled each other. Casey snatched at my hand but over extended. I pulled her forward, upsetting her balance further. As her other hand came forward I caught it and then used my height advantage to push her slowly down to her knees.

“That’s so unfair, you tall cheater,” she wailed.

I forced her further backwards until she was arched, knees and shoulders touching the ground. “Good thing you’re flexible slave,” I taunted her.

I was standing astride her but I waited until she’d managed to free her legs before dropping to straddle her waist. 

The feeling of sinking into her stomach was an amazing combination of yielding softness and firm resistance. “1.”

Casey tried to push with her hands and buck at the same time. I pushed her hands down and moved higher up on her stomach so that my legs trapped her arms by her sides. 

“Not fair.”

I gave her backside a swat, “giddyup pony.”

She bucked as I counted. “8, 9, 10.”

Casey became still. “Score is?”

“12 to you 8 to me.” she pouted.

“And who won?”

She closed her eyes but smiled, “you’ve won.”

I leant forward, “and what have I won?”

“I’m you’re slave, pony-girl for one hour.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I knew I had to give her the chance to change her mind if she wasn’t feeling confident about it all.

Casey opened her eyes and smiled, “hey you won fair and square. If I’d won you’d already be rubbing my feet, boy.”

I laughed and sat back, “there are some rules to this game pony. Firstly you have to wear knee pads, saves carpet burn and you should be able to carry me more easily.”

“And secondly...,”

“If at anytime you want to stop or you think I’m asking too much just say I’ve had enough, and we’ll stop okay.”

Casey nodded, “okay, but I do trust you and anyway I can take anything you can dish out wimpy boy.”

I got up and helped her to her feet.

Casey put her hands on her hips and gave me a challenging look. “Your hour’s ticking boy, better get those kneepads quick.”


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  The Hotel Part 4 - Final (By Paladin)
Posted by: edward - 08-06-2017, 05:42 PM - Forum: Stories - No Replies

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The abrupt end of the hallway interrupted my fantasy world. It didn’t actually end but the large doors effectively brought lyssa to a halt while I was still imagining my conquered princess.

Lyssa gave me a little bouncing ride as if to say ‘what now?’

I dismounted and used my room card to open the lounge door. Lyssa crawled through and I took the opportunity to admire the fine muscle tone of her body and the gentle curves that shifted as she moved.
Once through the door she paused and titled her head. Her dark hair fell across her shoulder framing her face and the mischievous little smile I’d seen many times before. Lyssa still had plenty of energy left and was obviously enjoying the challenge I’d set her.

I mounted and slowly lowered my weight deep into the curve of her back. Lyssa gave a little wriggle settling me further and waited.

I caught up her hair and plied the crop to her backside with a flick. Despite knowing it was coming a short gasp still slipped passed her lips. I guided Lyssa through the room, around tables and couches over to the far wall where a polished stainless steel elevator door waited.

At the press of a button the doors opened and I rode Lyssa into a glass elevator. The view of the harbour, dark water broken by ships lights, was made more magnificent by the fact that I was seeing it from the back of an equally beautiful woman.

The elevator began moving slowly down. I drew her head back and ran the crop along the side of her neck. I bent forward and slowly kissed the same line I’d traced, her breathing deepened in response. I lightly ran my fingertips across her throat and then along the exposed curves of her chest. She tilted her head further back and my fingers teased and tickled the skin just beneath the line of the corset.

This wasn’t a ride to crush her spirit or to force her to the point of collapse and then beyond. This ride was about the sensations and pleasures of being mounted on willing but spirited pony girl. It was about the feel of control and the dominance and about the movement of her strong body beneath mine. It was also about the thrill of that tinge of fear she’d felt as she had submitted to the riding crop.

We reached the ground floor and the door opened with a quiet hiss. The lobby beyond was empty and warmly lit. I turned Lyssa to face the door and felt her tremble at the prospect of being ridden out in the open. Smiling I pressed the button and the door closed.

Lyssa exhaled and braced herself as the elevator rose, momentarily increasing my weight.

I bent down close to her ear, my breath stirring the hairs on the back of her neck. “Tomorrow,” I whispered. “Tomorrow night I’m going to ride you out of this elevator and into the lobby.”

She shook under me and whispered back, “promise?”

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  The Hotel part 3 (by Paladin)
Posted by: edward - 08-06-2017, 05:41 PM - Forum: Stories - No Replies

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Lyssa bolted down the hallway and anytime she faltered the crop sent her on again. After the third such time I actually felt her gather and push herself on just prior to the crop being used. Wickedly I pulled her hair back sharply. She managed to hold herself up and rear without collapsing.

“Good pony-slave,” I encouraged.
I guided her slowly onto the wide, half circle waiting area and as I did a chime filled the air. Turning Lyssa back I saw the elevator light glow as the doors slid open.
Lyssa froze under me and for a moment I felt that sense of apprehension that filled her. Would we be seen?
A couple staggered out of the elevator. The man had his head buried in his blond partner’s neck, his hands sliding up and down her body. She giggled wildly and as they turned around each other her eyes met mine.
The blond’s eyes widened in surprise and her mouth opened, probably she was as surprised at being seen as we were but as she took in the sight of me mounted on Lyssa s beautiful body something in her expression changed.
The blond smiled and pulled her man in closer while she watched us. I gave her a challenging stare and firmly drew Lyssa s head back then ran the riding crop lightly across her chest. Lyssa shuddered but offered no resistance. The blond ran her tongue across her lips and kissed her partners neck without taking her eyes off us.
I touched my heels to Lyssa and she moved quietly along the carpet. The blond watched then almost reluctantly led her otherwise engrossed partner away. As she stumbled down the hall she cast a look behind her that contained equal measures of curiosity and desire.
Lyssa let out a long sigh. As for myself I was even more wired than before. We’d risked being found and that danger had been stimulating enough but the ice that had run up my spine when the doors had opened had left my mouth dry and my chest heaving. The blond’s reaction had burned the ice away and left a fire in its place.
I kicked Lyssa on and kept heading down the hall towards the dining lounge.
Now I rode her proudly along the hall like a barbarian lord that has conquered some civilized kingdom and now rides their subjugated princess through the streets. Look at me I wanted to roar. Look how your once proud princess now serves as my beast of burden. Once you worshiped her as a goddess and now she pleads and begs to obey my every command.
The image was so enthralling that every detail stood out sharply in my mind. I could see her in gauzy silks with golden shackles about her wrists and ankles. Her expression a mixture of despair, humiliation and in her eyes the knowledge that her submission to the brute on her back was total. 

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  The Hotel part two (By Paladin)
Posted by: edward - 08-06-2017, 05:40 PM - Forum: Stories - No Replies

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Lyssa moves easily underneath me and her long boots whisper across the carpet. As we reach the entrance to the bedroom I smoothly draw her dark hair back. Her head rises but she tries to press on. Smiling I draw her head around to the right and flick the crop across her upper thigh. With a squeal of fright she turns quickly and comes around to face the bedroom.

I barely need to draw her hair back this time. She comes to a complete stop. I give her enough time for her eyes to adjust to darkened room beyond. “You will carry me obediently and smoothly across the room Pony. Most importantly you will carry me slowly.”

I release her hair and lean forward. I know her eyes are watching the crop held lightly in my other hand. I run the handle down her neck, across her chest and slide the crop down the bodice of her corset. Lyssa trembles the whole time and her nervous fear is as thrilling as her submission.

I place one hand between her shoulder blades, close my eyes and lightly touch her thighs with my heels.

I can sense the darkness around me as we move into the bedroom proper. With each step she takes over the carpet I can feel the play of her back muscles. They ripple, stretch and press the delicate skin of her back against the roughness of my hand. Her hips sway and roll under me and the curve of her spine is pressed against my groin.

Each steady, slow, step sends sparks up and down my spine. In the darkness I’ve never been more aware of Lyssa's body moving underneath mine. Her breathing is soft unlike the pounding in my chest and she seems to carry me so easily that I suddenly wish I could be heavier. So heavy, that I could hear her sob with the effort of every hard fought for movement.

I squeeze her waist with my legs and push myself deeper into her back until she gives a soft moan. I ease off the pressure and calm my breathing.

Lyssa comes to a halt and I can hear her breathing is a little quicker, not from effort I know but from anticipation.

I open my eyes almost reluctantly and take up her hair again. It feels softer than it did before. I reach around and ever so slowly draw the crop free.

Standing I open the door into the hallway that leads down the length of the hotel. On this floor there are only two suites in the front. The rest of the space is occupied with a wide landing for conference guests to gather and an exclusive dining lounge.

The lounge also has another little secret that as yet Lyssa was unaware of.

I mounted Lyssa and gathered her hair.

“How far are you going to ride me Master?”

I reached back and gave her backside a firm slap with the crop. She leapt forward, moving quickly and clearly understanding that I was not going to tolerate her stepping out of her role as my pony-slave.

Another slap and Lyssa reached her fastest stride. I rocked back and forwards, loving the feel of this girl giving her all.

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