Amanda, the family slave – Part 2

On the following morning, Megan woke up to the smell of pancakes. How did Amanda know they were her favorite?

Her stepmother had had to wake up early, because not only she had prepared breakfast for Josh and Megan, but she was also already dressed. This gave her all the time to take care of Megan on that morning, in the same way a servant would pamper a Princess: she combed the girl’s hair, helped her get dressed, kneeled down to put shoes on her feet… And when she saw Megan slightly bent forward in front of a full-sized mirror to apply make up, she didn’t miss her chance: “This may be more comfortable, sweetheart!” she said, dropping down on her hands and knees to be the teenager’s chair, right next to the mirror.

Megan sat in the middle of Amanda’s back for just a few seconds, then she stood back up. “No, this doesn’t work: I am not close enough to the mirror. Let’s try something else.” She grabbed Amanda’s hair, and pulled it harshly to make the woman crawl with her head closer to the mirror, facing it. Then she sat right on Amanda’s shoulders, with her thighs on either side of her neck. This was really hard for the woman, as Megan’s weight was now pretty much entirely on her arms. But she was determined to resist, while the girl seemed to do anything she could to give her a hard time: first, she gradually slid forward until she was literally sitting on Amanda’s neck. Then she pulled her own feet back – crossing her legs underneath her stepmother’s chest – to make sure she had her full weight on her neck. And when she finally stood up from her exhausted human chair, she did so by painfully stepping on Amanda’s hands with her sneakers. Then she left the room without a word.

As she got up on her knees, massaging her sore neck, Amanda noticed that Josh had been witnessing the entire scene. His evil smile revealed deep arousal. He helped her up, and whispered in her ear: “Good start of the day, my little slave. Now I want you to drive Megan to school. She will be with her mother tonight… which means you will be all mine! I want to find you naked, on your knees and blindfolded when I get home from work…”

On that evening, Josh enjoyed the hell out of his girlfriend’s body. They had plenty of oral and foreplay, they had savage sex, they both orgasmed several times… and while he was mostly dominant, he also praised Amanda and made sure to give her pleasure: “Oh babe, it’s so hot to see you be Megan’s servant!” he said during sex. “You have no idea how it turns me on! You are my woman, and you make yourself a humble slave for a teenager just to make me happy… oh yeah… you are our servant, Megan’s and mine… our property, our family slave… and you will spend the rest of your life serving us, adoring us, making our life better… no matter how painful and humiliating it gets for you… oh God, I love it!”

Two days later, Megan was scheduled to spend 48 hours with her Dad, who was however asked to take care of a job 300 hundred miles away. That meant that he had to spend two nights away, which was not uncommon for an IT technician employed by a national firm. He would have normally called his ex-wife to rearrange things, but this time he decided otherwise: that was a perfect opportunity for Amanda and Megan to bond!

Josh had just enough time to pick up Megan from her gymnastic practice, and to drop her off at Amanda’s before heading to the airport. But his daughter was upset: “Dad, I sprained an ankle! It’s a minor injury, but my coach said I should not put any weight on it for a couple of days, if I want to heal quickly and compete at the upcoming meeting in two weeks. Can I stay home from school?”

That was bad timing. Josh felt guilty, having to leave his daughter alone for two days with an injury. But he was sure Amanda would step up to the challenge, and the woman did not disappoint when she heard the news. “No worries, I will find a way to carry her around the house. I’ll take good care of you, Megan. Now I am going to make dinner. Feel free to stay comfortable here on the sofa, sweetheart, and let me know if I can do anything for you. I am at your complete service…” she said when the two got home.

“That’s right, you are at her service” Josh whispered in his girlfriend’s ear, as he said goodbye to her in the kitchen a few minutes later. “I expect Megan to be the happiest girl in the world by the time I am back, no matter what it takes…” Then he kissed Amanda passionately, while grabbing her hair with a clear sense of ownership, and he left for his business trip.

petite-redheadWhile cooking dinner, Amanda looked at a photograph of Megan – pinned on the refrigerator – in which the girl was wearing snow boots. And she found herself thinking of how she would gently take those boots off and bathe those adorable feet… using nothing but her mouth and tongue! What was wrong with her? She was aroused beyond belief by her role as Megan’s servant, and she couldn’t wait to see what the following 48 hours had in store. This was crazy… yet intoxicating… so ridiculously arousing!

When dinner was ready, she walked to the living room to pick Megan up. The girl was asleep on the sofa. Amanda stood there for a few seconds to study her adorable stepdaughter: a petite redhead, she looked even younger than her 19 years of age. And the view of her small feet, perfectly shaped and with a soft pale skin, was always the ultimate motivator for the woman to endure any pain and discomfort. Amanda knew she would need all the motivation in the world to physically serve her in the coming couple of days: Megan must have weighed barely a hundred pounds, but Amanda was not much bigger at 115 lbs and 5’2″.

She woke Megan up by gently caressing one of her naked feet. “Dinner is ready” she said, when the girl slowly opened her eyes.

“Ok. But you know I can’t walk on my left foot, right?”

“Yes, of course” Amanda replied, almost feeling stupid for not being as prompt as the girl probably expected. She kneeled next to the sofa, then immediately got down on all fours. Megan stood up on her good foot, then she let herself literally plop down with her butt on Amanda’s back. The woman couldn’t help but groan, as her back bent to absorb the sudden weight, but she didn’t dare protesting. Megan seemed indifferent to her reaction, as she placed her legs on the woman’s shoulders and grabbed a fistful of her hair to ensure her own stability. “Ok, let’s go!”

Being ridden like a human horse was more demanding than Amanda had imagined, especially because Megan’s weight was mostly on her arms in that position. On the other hand, that gave her a delightful view of the girl’s pretty feet, dangling just in front of her face as she obediently crawled like a trained animal, looking towards the floor. Amanda was strong enough to endure the distance to the kitchen table, but as they entered the room and left the carpet for tiles, her knees started hurting.

Megan directed her towards the table, using her hair like makeshift reins. When they finally reached it, she used her good foot to push a chair to the side. Then she pulled Amanda’s hair to make her stop. The woman expected her young rider to stand up and sit on that chair, but she realized that the girl was close enough to the table and was just starting to eat! She also turned on the TV, while completely ignoring the servant beneath her. Oh my God, how could she resist in that position for so long? And had Megan not noticed that dinner was prepared for two on the table?

Soon enough Amanda was in a lot of pain: her arms were getting tired, and her hands and wrists were pretty sore, but what hurt the most was her knees. She resolved to find her old volleyball kneepads as soon as possible: they must have been somewhere in the basement.

Megan enjoyed her meal and watched TV on her comfortable human seat. For the entire time, Amanda looked at her stepdaughter’s pretty feet and focused on her own deep desire to serve her, to make her happy, to belong to her. That’s the only way she could be motivated enough to endure the pain. When Megan seemed to have finished eating and turned off the TV, the woman started hoping for an order to crawl back to the sofa. But the girl started playing with her smartphone, and then she called one of her girlfriends and started chatting with her. Amanda heard her say “I really hope I’ll be ready for the meeting. My left foot is still sore… No, it’s not swollen. It’s just painful to put weight on it. I wish I could just get a nice massage.” As she pronounced those last words, she swayed her left foot in a way that Amanda interpreted as a signal. So she lifted her right hand from the floor – sustaining most of the girl’s weight with the other arm – and used it to gently caress and massage Megan’s left foot. “Actually, perhaps I have found someone who could do that: my stepmom!” Megan continued on the phone. “She seems very motivated to make me love her, clearly just to conquer my Dad’s heart. And I have every intention to take advantage of it!” she added with a giggle.

The phone call seemed to last for an eternity, but Amanda could not let herself interrupt the foot massage until she heard: “Ok, let’s go back to the sofa” with a harsh pull of her hair at the same time. She started crawling, but her knees were so sore that she nearly collapsed. “Come on, you are so slow. I want to get to the sofa. I am not comfortable anymore on your back, and you are getting sweaty under me…” she heard her rider say.

A few minutes later, Megan was watching TV on the sofa. Her stepmother was sitting on her knees in front of her, holding one of the girl’s feet in her hand to massage it, while the other foot was pressed on her breasts like on a soft pillow. The two had not yet really exchanged a word, since Amanda had woken Megan up from her nap before dinner.

“So, what is this?” Megan broke the silence. “Let’s be honest. It’s clear that you want to make me happy just to please my Dad. But I’ve been really pushing the limits, yet you keep accepting everything. Are you really that desperate?”

“I love your Dad. But this is not just about him. I think that you are a beautiful, innocent, adorable young woman. And it feels good for me to take care of you, to make your life better. I think of you as a Princess, and of myself as a mentor and a servant at the same time…”

“Princess? I like that. From now on, that’s how you should address me.”

“Yes, Princess.”

“Very well. Now, seriously, are you a masochist? A lesbian? Are you in love with me? I mean… I have been playing along with this, and really enjoying it, but it’s weird!”

“My Princess, I have always had a submissive personality. I am a people pleaser. But no, I am not a masochist or a lesbian. I love your Dad. And I adore you!”

“Hmm… What would you do for me?”


“Come on, there must be something you would not do.”

“I would not seriously hurt anyone, or put myself in serious danger. But I really feel like doing anything that makes you happy. I wish to spoil, serve and adore you in every way you choose.”

“Don’t you mind when I am bitchy, when I give you orders like you are some sort of slave?”

“No, Megan. I don’t mind. It makes me feel that I belong to you, and to your Dad. If you wish to own a slave, I would be honored to be yours.”

“Hmm… ok. I am not entirely convinced, but I will give you a chance. How would you like to show me that you are my slave?”

Amanda now felt scared. What was she getting herself into? She had not planned to come out so much. She wanted to make everything seem normal, like a perfect family with a very caring stepmother. A slave? Why had she said that? Yet she was so wet, so overwhelmed. On her knees in her own house, alone for the next 48 hours with a teenager, she was offering herself to Megan with no limitations.

She found herself lying down on the floor, placing her stepdaughter’s feet on her own face, and starting to kiss and lick them with abandon. Megan seemed surprised for a few seconds, then she started enjoying this new game. She sat on the woman’s belly, using her thighs as a backrest while placing her own feet on her neck, on her face, pushing them into her mouth. Amanda kissed, licked and sucked. Soon the girl pulled her feet away, placing them on the woman’s breasts. “Do you want them back?” she asked.

“Yes please, my Princess. I would love to keep adoring your feet.”

“Ok, here you go!” Megan replied, slapping Amanda’s face with the bottom of her foot. The woman was surprised by the hit, but she immediately reacted by kissing Megan’s foot. The girl kicked her, slapped her, stood up and started trampling her all over her belly, stomach, breasts, face and even throat. Amanda moaned and suffered, but she always kissed her tormentor’s feet whenever they came close enough.

“You are crazy” Megan said, while standing with a foot on each of Amanda’s breasts. “And this is going to be so much fun!”

“May I ask you something, Princess?” Amanda said, as soon as Megan sat back on her stomach.

“Sure. But keep caressing my feet while you talk. It feels so good…”

“Of course, Princess. I am glad you are enjoying it. So, here’s my question: how come you are such a natural at being dominant, at using someone as your servant? It feels like you have done this before…”

“Well… yes, I guess I have been doing it for a while… in a way. It’s about my cheerleading team. I am a flyer, so my job is to hold my position in the sky and look pretty. Flyers get all of the spotlight. On the other hand, our bases do all of the work and get much less recognition. They hold our weight, they lift us, they place their hands and shoulders beneath our shoes as we step on them. It’s like they are at my service…”

“Ok, but that’s just for the performance… right?”

“Yes, originally. Then, little by little, me and the other flyers started assuming that the bases are at our service. We asked them to kneel down and tie our shoelaces, or to go fetch our water bottles. Small things. But we became the spoiled brats of the team.”

“Did all of them comply right away?” Amanda was starting to get turned on.

“Most of them did, and the others ended up following the example. It helps that we have plenty of bases and a shortage of flyers, so they need to make us happy if they want to keep their place in the team. And it’s a great team to be part of! Did you know that we won the regional championship last year?”

“Oh, that’s great! Congratulations!”

“That was actually a turning point. We had a parade to celebrate our victory, and the bases took turns carrying us flyers on their shoulders around the campus. We were transferred directly from one’s to another’s shoulders, so I literally never touched the ground for over an hour. I loved it!”

“Sounds great! But how was it a turning point?”

“At the end of the parade, the bases were exhausted. The coach was disappointed and said that – to get even better this year – they needed to work on their strength and endurance. She said they needed to get used to handling our weight all the time, using any opportunity, even outside of practice hours. So now we ride around on their shoulders every day, pushing them to go further and faster every time. We get them to be our chairs on all fours during any breaks we can spend outdoors, to avoid sitting on grass. They even became proactive about it, and they organize their own shifts: I literally find a base waiting for me by the bus stop every morning, kneeling down for me to mount her.”

“That sounds amazing. How do the other students react?”

“They immediately got used to it, and they see it as part of our training. But they also realize who’s in charge: sometimes a friend will talk to me while I’m riding, and I won’t hesitate to pull my carrier’s hair to stop her or to give her directions.”

“Seriously, nobody complains?”

“Absolutely not. And we keep pushing things further. The other day I had to go study at Rachel’s house with Emily, a friend of mine who’s not on the cheerleading team. Rachel lives at walking distance from school, 20 minutes or so, and I really wanted to get a shoulder ride all the way there. So I ordered two of our bases – Erika and Suzanne – to carry myself and Emily respectively, so we could be at the same height and chat along the way. Emily is not as lightweight as myself and the other flyers, so Suzanne was really struggling towards the end, but I told Emily not to worry because she was actually helping her training!”

“Wow, so now they have to serve whoever you decide, even outside of the team! It sounds like you are treated like a Princess at school, just as well as at home…” said Amanda with a smile.

“That’s right. Now get on all fours, slave!” Megan said, while standing up. “I need to pee.”

Amanda received Megan’s weight and crawled all the way to the bathroom, carrying her stepdaughter. As she stood up and sat on the toilet seat, Megan said with a smile: “You may have noticed that my foot has miraculously healed!” She started peeing as she spoke. “I made up my injury, and everybody believed me. Even the coach! I wanted to miss class tomorrow, because I was late with an assignment. And I was also curious to see how it would be to have you all for myself, at my service 24 hours a day in your own house! Now, if you truly are my slave, and you are not just trying to please my Dad, you will protect my secret and not say anything to him.”

“Your secret is safe with me, Princess” Amanda replied, while bending her own arms to kiss Megan’s feet from her position on all fours.

“Oh my God, you really adore me… don’t you?”

“Yes, my Princess!”

“This is so awesome. I am starting to believe you. But I won’t stop pushing you to prove it! This is just the beginning” As she finished her sentence, Megan used a piece of toilet paper to clean herself, then she extended her hand towards Amanda and said: “Ok, now eat this!”

In her position on all fours, Amanda felt her own elbows buckle with arousal. This was going way too far, way too soon! But she was ready for anything. She had never felt so attracted and so submissive to any person in her entire life. She opened her mouth, received the piece of toilet paper drenched in piss, and obediently swallowed it.

Megan’s pleased expression was the instant reward that she needed. Amanda now belonged to her, body and soul.

Amanda, the family slave – Part 1

Things were finally looking up for Amanda.

After inheriting a small house from her adored grandmother – who passed away at age 87 – she could finally move out of her parents’ place and live by herself: the constant drunkenness of her father and mood swings of her mother were no longer tolerable. And she found an attractive, caring boyfriend. He made her feel special and loved, which was a nice change after a series of failed relationship with neglectful losers.

Josh – her new boyfriend – was separated from his wife and had a teenage daughter, Megan. Just a couple of months into the relationship, Amanda asked Josh to move in with her: she couldn’t bear the thought of her own boyfriend still sharing a house with his ex-wife, although she believed him when he said that it was over between them. Amanda also redecorated her spare bedroom, to be occupied by Megan whenever she was in her father’s custody.

Things worked really well at first. Josh was a sweet partner and a passionate lover. He had a very high sex drive, and he kept becoming more dominant and demanding as he realized how hard it was for Amanda to say no to him. She was a natural submissive in bed – so that was great for her – but he progressively brought the same attitude into their everyday life. One day they were having an argument, and Amanda was left astonished by his reaction…

“Josh, I really need you to stop dropping your dirty underwear all over the house. I am not your maid, for God’s sake!”

“You’re right, honey” he replied, standing up from the couch and walking towards her. “You are not my maid. You are my slave, whenever I say so! Do you remember when I made you repeat that over and over again, last night?”

“Are you serious? That was only a game during sex. You can’t just…”

She could not complete her sentence. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and whispered in her ear: “On your knees now, woman!” Amanda wanted to resist – it was a matter of principle – but she instantly got wet, while feeling so weak in her knees. Her submissive nature prevailed in a matter of seconds. She kneeled down, unzipped his pants and started pleasuring him. It was not enough. Intoxicated by her acceptance of his power, Josh got more aggressive than ever and used her mouth as if she was a cheap prostitute. Amanda felt humiliated, and she nearly choked when he came in her throat, but she could not bring herself to protest. When it was over, she even smiled back at Josh as he left her there, kneeling down on the kitchen floor, wondering if he even noticed the tear running down her face.

That episode was a turning point. Josh was still sweet with her at times, but he considered himself empowered to treat her like a sex slave any time he wished. And when Amanda lost her job as a bank clerk, he also started treating her like a full-time servant in the house. She was so scared of losing him – and she became more insecure once unemployed – that she soon accepted her role without any protest.

Their very last argument went like this…

“Josh, I really love being your little slave… you are my handsome man, and I adore you… but this is going too far. I feel like I am losing myself a little, every single day!”

“Honey, don’t be silly. You are not losing yourself. You are giving yourself to me! And that’s what I want: your unlimited submission. I want you to trust me to be always right, to know what’s best for you… and to let me exploit and abuse you for my comfort and pleasure, any time I wish. I know you love it. You just can’t resist me…”

“I can’t, you are right… but we really need to discuss some limits. I mean…”

“Shut up” he interrupted her. “You are mine. There are no limits. And besides, I am the one providing for this family now. So just go back to the kitchen and make me dinner!”

That night after dinner, Josh ordered Amanda to get on all fours in front of the TV. She thought he wanted to have sex in that position, but he simply sat on the sofa and used her back as a footrest for the duration of an entire movie. He had never made her do anything so humiliating outside of their sex life. She thought of protesting several times, especially when her position became painful and the weight of his legs started really sinking into her back, but she ended up accepting his dominance and being a silent piece of furniture for the entire time. He only gave her a short break halfway through the movie: “Go get me a glass of water!” followed by “Back to your position!” At the end, he kissed her on the lips and said “Good night, sweetie. You did good today.”

She started living for those moments, for his approval. She was intoxicated with submission, and obsessed with making him happy. There was no sex that night, but Amanda secretly masturbated in the bathroom before going to sleep, thinking of how her sore back was the result of the comfort she had provided to the legs of such a handsome man.

She was lucky to be his.

Amanda’s life got pretty hard though. Josh was always demanding and unpredictable, only occasionally thoughtful, and often dominant beyond what she had previously considered her limits. But the amazing sex – and some occasional moments of intimacy and sweetness – kept her going.

The worst thing is that Josh gradually started treating Amanda like the house servant in front of Megan, whenever she stayed with them. And the teenage girl soon started following her Dad’s example: “Amanda, go fetch me that book!… Bring me a glass of orange juice!… Have you washed my cheerleading outfit yet? I need it tomorrow!” And so on…

Then one night, Dad and daughter were watching a movie on the sofa after dinner, while Amanda took care of the dishes. Once done, the woman went to join them in the living room, only to hear Josh immediately say: “Babe, we need to get a coffee table for this living room. I am just not comfortable with my feet on the floor! In the meantime, you know what to do!” Amanda was astonished. Was he really asking her to be his footrest in front of Megan?

Not only he was serious. He also invited his surprised daughter to make herself comfortable as well. So there was Amanda: on her hands and knees, bearing the weight of her boyfriend’s legs in the middle of her back, as well as the weight of his daughter’s legs on her shoulders and neck. The humiliation made Amanda shed some silent tears, but she also got embarrassingly wet between her thighs.

Megan seemed initially shy about it, but she soon started fully enjoying her human footstool. At one point she left one extended leg on Amanda’s shoulders and she bent her other leg, placing the bottom of her foot on the back of Amanda’s neck.

“Why am I tolerating this?” Amanda asked herself silently. But her arousal was breathtaking. There she was, a beautiful 28 year old woman… on her hands and knees to be a comfortable footstool for her much older boyfriend, as well as for his teenage daughter. The most inexplicable thing was how much she enjoyed the humiliation of Megan’s foot sole on her neck, its weight and soft skin, the awareness that a teenager was using her as nothing more than a piece of furniture. When Megan jokingly waved her pretty foot in front of Amanda’s face – teasing her and expecting some sort of funny reaction – the woman found herself lifting a hand from the floor, placing it under the girl’s foot to sustain its weight, and gently kissing it.

Megan giggled, then she stood up with a smile and turned around to face Josh: “Dad, I am going to head to bed. Please let me know how the movie ends. And thanks, this little game was fun!”

“Any time, sweetheart. You know Amanda loves you” he said about the woman who was still serving as his footrest “and how she always wants to spoil you, to serve you, to make you happy. It’s because you are the most adorable girl in the world! Let me ask you something. Have a seat for a minute” Josh continued, lifting his legs and then patting Amanda’s back twice with his hand.

“Do you mean… here?” said the girl, looking at the petite woman on all fours by her feet.

“Yes, of course! She is strong, and you are so light and beautiful, my girl!”

“Ok” the girl replied, gently sitting right in the middle of Amanda’s back, which naturally bent a little under her weight.

“I want to make sure you always feel loved, Megan. How do you feel about me and Mom being separated? And what do you think about me now dating Amanda?”

Josh’s question inevitably led to a longer conversation than he originally intended, with Megan using her stepmother’s back as a human chair for the entire time, without any second thought. Like the typical gymnast and cheerleader, she was very flexible, and accustomed to changing position all the time: one moment she was sitting with her legs dangling on one side, few minutes later she was cross-legged in a yoga pose with her entire weight in the middle of Amanda’s back, then she settled for a while with her knees bent towards her own chest, which meant that her feet rested on Amanda’s shoulders. Finally, she placed her feet on the back of Amanda’s head, just as she started talking about her. Now the woman’s back was the teenager’s chair, while her head and hair worked as a comfortable footrest for the bottom of the girl’s naked feet.

“I don’t mind Amanda” Megan started saying, as if the woman was not right there beneath her, listening to their conversation. “I can see that she makes you happy, and that she is trying her best to make me like her. But I am not ready to start seriously caring about her. And, honestly, sometimes I am a little jealous of how much time she gets to spend with you. Right now I feel grateful for her genuine effort to take care of me, to make me sit comfortably” she continued, while intentionally making her own feet heavier to push Amanda’s head a little further down. “But – I must admit – I am also enjoying her obvious pain and discomfort, and thinking that she is supposed to be at my service. At our service! You and I come first, Dad. Everyone else should be secondary, even if they live with us!”

Josh thanked her daughter for being so honest with him. And he promised to find the best solution to make her happy. “You are the most important person in the world for me, Megan!” he said at one point. Then he also asked her to give Amanda a chance and to be nice to her, although he wondered how effective that invite would be, after he had encouraged Megan to use the woman as a human chair for the past 40 minutes.

Then Megan stood up, kissed her Dad goodnight, and – while walking to her bedroom – she also made the effort to say “Good night Amanda!”, just as the woman was getting up on her knees.

Josh looked at his kneeling girlfriend, visibly exhausted and sore. Amanda had tears all over her face.

“I love you, babe. This was so important to me!” he said to her.

“What was important? Turning me into your daughter’s slave?” she said, with a neutral tone of voice that Josh could not really interpret.

“I am just trying to make you two connect! I won’t lie: it was hugely arousing for me to share my slave with someone else. It made me truly feel that I own you, that I can dispose of you as I please. But there is more. Megan has become more insecure after Tiffany and I separated. At her age, confidence is important! I want her to feel beautiful, special, adored… to the point where even her stepmother is willing to do absolutely anything to make her happy, including being her servant in the most humbling ways!”

Now Josh was seriously concerned that he had pushed things too far. While he was the only person working in the family, he would not have known where to go if Amanda had kicked him out of the house. Was she mad at him? Had she reached a breaking point? But the woman surprised him: “If it’s the last thing I do” she said “And no matter how much hard work and humiliation it’s going to take, I will make that girl feel loved. She will even learn to love me, eventually.”

“You are amazing, my woman!” an open-mouthed Josh said. “I think this is exactly what she needs! Megan has been feeling not worthy of love lately. And this makes her hesitate to express her needs, to fight for what she wants. But did you see how quickly she started relaxing and becoming more demanding, first with her foot on your neck and then using you as her chair? She felt that you gave yourself to her, unconditionally. And she accepted that gift, making use of it. She needs to feel so worthy that you would do absolutely anything for her. So I want you to start encouraging her, with spontaneous acts of submission and servitude. Make her your priority, even above me!”

That night, Josh made love to his girlfriend in the most caring way ever. He went down on her, giving her a first orgasm, and then waited for her to come again during sex before letting himself cum.

When he fell asleep, Amanda stayed awake for a while next to him. Her increasing submission to Josh had been worrying her lately, because she loved being exploited and dominated to a point where she could lose control of her entire life. But Megan was so innocent and pretty, yet so naturally demanding! Amanda had never loved serving anyone as much as that young girl. She felt like giving herself completely to the teenager – with no fear whatsoever – and she could not wait to start grooming the dominant woman that was clearly inside Megan’s personality.

Starting on the following morning, Amanda was going to be on a mission.


The last of the human horses

Kingdom of Ashmeera, 330 BC

Princess Marjan loved the feeling of her black hair gently caressed by the wind, especially when generated by the forward motion of a ride in the woods. A firm flick of the riding crop on her mount’s sweating muscles triggered a further increase in speed on the straight path. Comfortable on the small saddle, with her feet safely set in the stirrups, she used the small but nasty whip again and again to ride even faster, while feeling perfectly confident despite her Mom’s frequent remarks that she was a reckless rider.

A fork was approaching, so she expertly pulled the right bridle and slightly shifted her own weight to allow an effective right turn without too much slowdown. It was very subtle, but she could sense the hesitation of her human horse to follow her order. “You bastard!” she thought slightly bothered, and once the curve was finished she repeatedly dug her sharp spurs into his abdomen, both as a punishment and to make him reach the maximum speed. That right turn was not a usual choice – hence the horse’s behavior – and it led the Princess into open grassland out of the woods.

The human horse was now launched at full gallop, his skin hit by the sunshine and by his rider’s relentless spurs. He was almost naked, completely shaved, and he ran with a form and posture that clearly revealed a lifetime of experience in such a role. A leather harness was tightly fastened around his chest and sustained both the stirrups, dangling in front of his abdomen, and the small leather saddle behind his neck where the Princess had been sitting for the past hour. She liked riding her mother’s slave, although she couldn’t wait to receive her own human horse one day, provided that suitable males could be found again. “You should thank me for keeping the old guy in shape for you!” she used to tell her Mom with a teasing smile. About 45 years old, the slave could easily have been her father, but Princess Marjan treated him like a disposable animal and was always his most demanding rider. A flourishing young woman, she looked beautiful in her light dress and ankle boots. The spotless skin of her tanned legs seemed so delicate, compared to the tough and darker one of the human horse she was sitting astride. Her sisters used jodhpurs and long riding boots for protection when going for a ride, but she wanted to be different and special, like in most other things.

At that speed, the fall was as sudden as ruinous. The horse expertly managed to make her land almost entirely on his head and arms, protecting her knees and feet, yet the Princess felt some pain on her left leg and an incredulous disappointment: “You worthless slave!” To her further surprise, the horse pushed her off his back and onto the grass, just to immediately jump back on his feet and run away for a couple of steps. “What the…”

Then she saw their attacker. The struggle between the two men was the nastiest thing she had ever witnessed. She was used to seeing blood on her horse’s abdomen after a ride, due to her generous use of razor-sharp spurs, but this was different. She couldn’t even remember how she got up on her feet, but there she found herself: in the middle of that seemingly infinite grassland, watching with repugnance as her slave eventually managed to suffocate the other man, using the leathers of his own stirrups.

Once sure that the attacker was dead, the human horse struggled to get up on his hands and knees and he looked at the Princess, the bit still tight in his hardly breathing mouth. Furious and scared, she hit his face with her riding crop with all her strength. It was enough to open a cut on the slave’s cheek, and to make him instinctively move back into a sitting position.

“How dare you make me fall off? I’m going to kill you!!”

Then she saw it: a long arrow still jabbed into the slave’s left thigh, with the feathers damaged by the following struggle. He hadn’t fallen by accident!

A million questions started to hit her. Why did that man attack them? She looked around. Nobody else in sight. Then she realized something disturbingly obvious: it must have been her that the attacker wanted! She vaguely remembered her Mom mentioning a group of rebels trying to overthrow their long established matriarchal society, and probably having caused the birth defects that made all new slaves bred by the Kingdom unsuitable for riding and other advanced tasks. But she had never paid too much attention.

“Let’s go… now!!”

She unceremoniously climbed on the saddle and tried to find the bridles. The human horse humbly handed them up to her, only to feel the bit immediately pulled deep into his mouth from both sides.

“Up, slave! Now!!” The Princess kicked and whipped with no regard, almost in panic.

The human horse had to summon all his energies and devotion to the royal family to get up, with a scream of acute pain. The arrow was not letting too much blood out, but the pain was so acute that he could only walk with a very visible limp. No matter how hard the Princess hit him with her crop and spurs, it was nothing compared to the pain in his leg. He couldn’t manage more than a fast walk through his agony.

Princess Marjan was very aware of the gravity of her situation, but the idea of walking didn’t even touch her for a second. She would have ridden her slave to death, if necessary. He was born to serve her family. Although very clever and sensitive, she was spoiled beyond belief and, at just 19, simply too young to accept even the most reasonable and temporary limit to her power.

It took them hours to go back to the castle through the woods. Once they reached the first courtyard inside the walls, two guards finally saw them and rushed to help. The exhausted and bleeding slave fell on his knees and let the guards take the Princess off the saddle, before seemingly passing out on the ground.

“Call the doctor, now!!” one of the guards yelled.

Was the last human horse going to make it?

The au-pair girl (2/2)

Everything kept going as usual on the following day, until after dinner when Elizabeth announced: “Hey kids, won’t you show me the progress you’ve made as horse riders?”

Of course Laura was sent upstairs to get ready. She wore a training outfit, made by tiny shorts and top, then fastened the saddle on her back. She remained barefoot and put a couple of volleyball kneepads on. So good that she’d packed them back home, in case she had a chance to play in the UK! Of course she had in mind a much different kind of game.

She expected the following hour to be quite demanding, but the awkward goodnight of the previous day made her feel very willing to please her charming hostess.Laura did her best to make the whole family have fun. Even though the kids hadn’t made relevant improvements lately, she crawled at different paces and made them appear a perfect pair of cowboys to her Mum, who watched everything from the couch and applauded with gusto. Laura felt barely aware of her young, innocent riders. Everything she wanted was to make Elizabeth happy.Her back was a bit tired though, after more than one hour playing no-stop with the kids taking shifts on it. Then Elizabeth ordered them to bed. “Henry, Lindsay… go brush your teeth! Come on!” She was very good at making her orders appear like inevitable, without any chance of negotiation. The kids obediently stepped upstairs, chatting about how much fun they had this time with their friend Laura: the girl definitely had a place in their heart at this point.

Laura approached the stairs. “I’m going to put this stuff off” she told Elizabeth, referring to the saddle and kneepads.

“Not so fast” the woman unexpectedly replied. “My ankle is still aching, and it was very hard to climb the stairs on one leg yesterday, even though you helped me. Therefore I’m thinking… perhaps I could just ride you upstairs!”

“You mean on all fours, like the kids?” an astonished Laura asked.

“Yes, of course. I’m not that heavy, and you’re a beautiful athletic girl. I’m sure you can do it, and I bet it will be fun!”

Laura felt a bit worried… and overwhelmingly horny! She entered a trance similar to the night before, perhaps even more acute, and silently got on her hands and knees while staring at Elizabeth’s legs and feet, without a word.

The woman slowly approached her little horse, with an unseen bright smile. She was amazed by Laura’s clear fear and excitement, and felt her own crotch getting warm and wet. “Quiet, little horse” she joked, caressing Laura’s hair with her hand. Then, without any warning, she resolutely mounted astride her and immediately put her naked feet in the stirrups. She settled her full weight on the tiny saddle, enjoying the feeling of the cute girl beneath her.

Laura instinctively bent her back a little, like to welcome the lady’s weight and to become more comfortable for her. This definitely took Elizabeth’s sadism out. “Ok, let’s make some training before you make me fall along the stairs. Giddy up horsie, carry me around the sofas!” she ordered with commanding voice, but still kind and thoughtful, digging her soft naked heels into the girl’s thighs like to spur her.

Now Laura could finally address her tension into physical effort, so she welcomed her order like a relief and started crawling with good will. Elizabeth must have weighed about 150 lbs, roughly 20 more than her, and Laura could definitely feel it. But she was in shape, she could endure. And she was determined to please Elizabeth, whatever the cost. This whole situation was completely unexpected until two days before, but Laura was now lucidly aware of the big crush she had on her host. The two women made a few laps in complete silence, except Laura’s hands stepping on the floor and the girl’s breath taking an increasingly fast pace.

Every time she crawled beside a full-body mirror Laura felt somehow shocked and, at the same time, incredibly aroused by what she saw. Her proud athletic body was clearly struggling, the muscles of her arms especially tense and shiny with sweat. Meanwhile, Elizabeth sat blissful astride her as if that was perfectly natural. The two women had approximately the same height, but Laura was thinner and crawling on all fours like a beast of burden! Therefore, their sight recalled one of those overloaded mules from third-world countries seen on TV, or even better a kid’s pony briefly ridden by an adult just for fun. On the following lap, Laura noticed the most exciting detail at all: the sharp contrast between her own tired and serious face, focused on the ongoing effort, and Elizabeth’s relaxed expression and amused smile. It was so unfair… yet so exciting to be abused this way by such a lovely woman.

Just when Laura felt like slowing down a bit, Elizabeth broke the silence: “Come on, now go faster little slave!” she yelled. The woman’s sudden attitude caused an electric shiver across Laura’s spine. Now she was getting afraid: how much did Elizabeth intend to push her? And how the hell did she dare referring to her as a slave? She soon realized that her biggest concern wasn’t about that though: she just didn’t want to disappoint her charming, beautiful rider. She was completely, irreparably into her!

A couple of strokes by Elizabeth’s bare heels, although not painful at all, succeeded in leading Laura into a sort of trot. Now her hands were scratching against the carpet and her muscles were quickly getting exhausted, but the worst was going on with her back: although supposed to be a former skilled rider, Elizabeth didn’t care helping the trot with her feet in the stirrups, but let her ass bounce on the tiny saddle at every step. Elizabeth’s full weight kept painfully hitting the center of the girl’s spine every second, and nothing made her think that this torture was going to be over soon: Elizabeth wanted her to maintain the pace until further orders, and even started slapping her shoulders and ass. “Faster my horsie. Giddy up! Make me proud of you, or next time I’ll use real whip and spurs!”

When Laura was completely exhausted and felt close to a ruinous fall, Elizabeth somehow knew it. “Ok, slow down sweetie. You’ve been great.” She let the girl carry her around for a couple of laps on a slow pace, caressing her sweaty hair and switching back to a kind tone of voice.

“I’ll tell you a little secret, honey. You just gave me the most overwhelming orgasms of my life!” Elizabeth whispered.

“Are you serious? But how…” Laura replied, panting beneath her. The girl’s arms were trembling with tiredness, but this slow pace was already a relief compared to the previous unsustainable trot.

“I was already aroused by you getting on all fours without any hesitation. Then my crotch rubbing on the saddle made the rest. You’re amazing, my little slave!”

“Why do you keep calling me that way?”

“Don’t be upset, honey. You’re so adoring and submissive to me, and I find it so beautiful… Few people have the self-confidence of giving up so quickly. It takes a very special girl to do what you did. That’s why I clearly feel that you’re my little slave. And you can’t imagine how much I already love you for this…”

Those last words made Laura’s heart almost explode with happiness. She couldn’t reply, she would be Elizabeth’s slave and whatever else she wanted!

“Now stop, my darling. It’s time to go to bed” Elizabeth said, but she didn’t show any aim to give her relief by standing up. She remained comfortably sat instead, and continued: “Before I let you carry me upstairs, you need to show me one more skill: rise on your legs, but keep your back perfectly horizontal for me to keep riding.”

Laura did as instructed and suddenly realized how hurt her knees looked, despite the kneepads.

“Very good. Now walk around this way, just one lap, then climb the stairs and carry me up… my little slave.” She said the last two words after a brief pause, with a sadistic smile.

Of course Laura did as instructed. This was a bit easier to perform, especially because her exhausted arms could take some relief, but the pain on her back was still severe: Elizabeth’s full weight had been insisting nonstop on her spine for more than 30 minutes!

“Ok, now get back on your hands and knees” Elizabeth commanded, once they reached the upper floor. Laura obeyed with slow movements, but when her hands landed on the floor Elizabeth’s ass painfully sank into her back.

“Now you think I’m going to get up, uh?… I know you’re tired, my beautiful little pony. But believe me: in a few seconds you won’t want me to be anywhere else in the world” Elizabeth stated with a slow and horny voice. Then, without either a word or a single glimpse at her young guest, she simply dismounted and walked into her own room, closing the door.

Laura didn’t know what to do. She remained on her hands and knees, astonished. And she realized what Elizabeth had just meant: she suddenly felt lonely, useless without her beloved rider on her back. Was this a test or something? Ten minutes later, she started considering the option of getting back to her room. Perhaps she had offended Elizabeth in some way, or she hadn’t simply been a good enough slave for her. “Oh God… am I really thinking of myself as a slave? And this came up so naturally!”
Elizabeth opened the door in that precise second. “Very good. You didn’t move at all.” she said. Completely naked, she walked towards Laura and fastened a collar to her neck. Then she hooked a leash to it and let the girl slowly follow her into the bedroom. That was going to be an unforgettable night, the beginning of a new life for the young Laura. Completely hypnotized, she hadn’t even realized that Elizabeth’s bandage was suddenly gone and the pretty lady was walking just fine. She wasn’t going to walk much in the following weeks anyway…

The au-pair girl (1/2)

An au-pair (plural: au-pairs) is a foreign-national domestic assistant working for, and living as part of, a host family. Typically, au pairs take on a share of the family’s responsibility for childcare as well as some housework, and receive a small monetary allowance for personal use.

The title comes from the French term au pair, meaning “on a par” or “equal to”, indicating that the relationship is intended to be one of equals: the au pair is intended to become a member of the family, albeit a temporary one, rather than a domestic servant (source: Wikipedia).

Every summer in Laura’s teenage life had been approximately the same: beach-volley tournaments, perfect suntan, glancing love stories…

This time she wanted something radically different. Just turned 19, with a diploma and many dreams in her pocket, Laura wanted to bet on her own future and study international business. The first step was to become more fluent in English language.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t afford more than a couple of weeks in a British or Irish college. The island of Malta was an option as well, but she knew the beaches would have been too tempting there. Either way, two weeks were definitely not enough! And she didn’t have the heart to ask any money to her mother, a divorced high-school teacher.

Then a friend introduced her into a circuit for au-pair girls. It was perfect! She could spend the entire summer in England. Albeit it wasn’t London but a small town in Leicester, she had complimentary room-and-board and even a small salary. In exchange, she was supposed to help with some domestic chores and babysit the kids of her host family. The salary paid for almost half of the English course, so the remaining part and the return flight from Italy were sustainable with her budget, with even a few nights out likely to be affordable.

Laura arrived on a cloudy Saturday. She realized how expensive trains were in the UK. She hadn’t considered any budget for that at all! “Ok, a couple of nights out less” she thought. After all it was her first time abroad on her own. She had only travelled with the volleyball team she was captain of, so far.

Her host family picked her up at the station. They greeted her with extreme kindness and took her out for dinner. “An unexpected benefit, already!” Laura taught with relief, given her tight budget. During the dinner she studied the people she was going to spend the following three months with.

Elizabeth was very pretty. She looked like the mother from a lovely TV commercial, very British and sweet with her red hair and childlike white skin. She must have been 35, Laura assumed. Unfortunately she wasn’t in perfect shape: probably some 30 lbs over her ideal weight, Laura reckoned like the sporty girl she was. Elizabeth’s husband appeared like another stereotype with his huge belly, the one of a guy who has swallowed rivers of beer in his life. His name was William and he was in his mid 40s, a quite uncommunicative man in contrast with his extroverted wife. About the kids… well, Laura decided that they looked exactly like Edmund and Lucy from the Chronicles of Narnia!!

“Ok, I definitely watch too much television” Laura thought, laughing at herself. The kids’ real names were Henry (11 y.o.) and Lindsay (9).

Laura settled quickly and spent a couple of pleasant weeks. She used to attend the language school in the morning, managed some chores in the early afternoon and then played with the kids for hours. One or two dinners per week with some friends from the school were enough: she had little money and didn’t like them so much.

While her husband was always out, supposedly for work during the day and with his friends at some pub at night, Elizabeth was a constant presence in Laura’s days.

One afternoon, Henry was acting the prince and Lindsay the endangered princess. Which other role could Laura play, with her strong body of volleyball player, than Henry’s horse? It was fun for a while. Laura crawled on all fours across the house with the boy on her back, who “faced many challenges on his road to the castle” including some journeys along the stairs, while never dismounting for a good forty minutes. When he finally rescued the princess, Laura seriously started thinking about a way to end the game: now Henry was still astride her, while Lindsay sat on the girl’s shoulders with both her legs dangling from a side!

“Ok kids. Now your horse is feeling very tired. Let’s go to play cards, ok?” she said while carrying her heavy load towards the living room. Elizabeth was just there on the couch, so the girl counted on her support.

“What a lazy horse” she said instead, laughing at her. “Come on, giddy up!”

Of course the kids liked it. “Giddy up, giddy up!” Henry kept shouting while slapping Laura’s butt. The girl was a bit upset, but made some circles around the living room at a faster pace, with the result that Lindsay pulled her hair to remain in balance upon her neck. After a few minutes, it was finally over: Elizabeth called the kids off for dinner.

Two days later, almost forgetful of that weird ride (even though her knees were still aching), Laura felt astonished when Elizabeth gave her children a pony saddle as unsolicited present.

“You know, Laura… horse riding is very popular in British tradition” the woman commented. “I used to be myself a pretty good rider as a teenager! Unfortunately my husband doesn’t allow the kids to attend a riding school, so I thought a strong and kind girl like you might be an ideal replacement. Moreover, think about the perfect shape you’ll earn before starting the new volleyball season!”

It proved more manageable than expected. Laura was ridden just a few times by the kids, who gradually got bored and switched to other games. Moreover, the saddle prevented them from riding their human horse together: a clear relief for Laura, given that their combined weight was comparable to that of an adult person!

On the following Saturday Laura came back home late, after a dinner with her friends from the school. She saw Elizabeth asleep on the couch, in front of the TV. “What a beautiful woman” she thought. So bad that she clearly hadn’t the happy life she’d surely dreamt about.

“Hello, dear” Elizabeth whispered, catching out the girl’s sweet stare. “I was waiting for you: today I had a minor accident and I can’t climb the stairs without some help.”

Step by step, they went upstairs together. Elizabeth had a bandage on her ankle and didn’t put that foot on the ground, so at every step she briefly pushed all her weight on Laura’s shoulders through the arm she kept on her.

The girl was strong enough, and of course willing to help her hostess. Moreover, she found out that she loved the contact of Elizabeth’s smooth skin and scented hair: she was almost disappointed when they reached the woman’s bedroom and they had to separate.

“Jesus, where do I have my mind? I forgot to check if everything is shut down in the kitchen. Honey, would you be so kind?” Laura nodded with a bright smile and rushed downstairs. Having a few moments alone, she realized her feelings about those last moments: she was definitely aroused!” As a volleyball player she saw naked teammates all the time in the changing rooms, but she’d never felt attracted by a woman before.

Of course everything was fine in the kitchen. Laura even checked for the kids in their room: they were sleeping like young angels. Then she headed back to Elizabeth’s to let her know that everything was fine. She gently pushed her bedroom door, which was half-close… just to find out that the woman was naked except for a pair of tiny underpants. Laura found her body still beautiful, the overweight well distributed and the soft skin simply enchanting… and was literally hypnotized by her buttery, full, amazing breasts.

She caught herself shivering and couldn’t recall any word, while Elizabeth appeared perfectly relaxed. “Was everything all right?” she asked.

“Ehm… yes… sure, m’am!” she replied.

Instead than discharging her overwhelmed young guest, the woman kindly asked her for some help in wearing a pajama short. “You know, with this aching ankle I’ve turned so clumsy!” Now she was sitting on the bed, with her feet on the ground in a couple of cute slippers. Laura felt like possessed. Without a complete control of herself, like in a trance… she got on her knees in front of Elizabeth, took her slippers off and put the woman’s feet on her own naked thighs, then slowly pushed the shorts along her smooth legs.

The woman looked at her adoring guest, down at her feet. She knew the girl had entered subspace. She was completely at her mercy. However she decided not to push her further. She lightly kissed her cheek and said “Good night, honey. Thanks for being so kind.”

Laura was delighted and felt somehow relieved: she could finally run away from that thrilling situation she couldn’t really understand… but she immediately felt disappointed: the last thing she wanted was to get away from Elizabeth.

The dairy ponyboy (2/2)

While four-legged ponyboys were all comfort and easy control, two-legged ones could go much faster… but clearly required a skilled rider! Emily thought so while leaving the convent astride her new slave’s shoulders. She didn’t feel very confident yet, but she hadn’t dared to bother Sister Helen.

“You’ll be perfectly in control. Ben is very well trained, one of our best. He’ll sense if you’re losing balance and compensate with subtle movements of his shoulders” the nun had said. “Remember, my dear: from now on, he lives to serve you. He knows it’s the only chance to save his soul, thus he would let you ride him to death rather than disappoint you. So don’t show any mercy, and be always in control. Otherwise he could be tempted to lose the right way again!”

Emily mentally reviewed the events of that incredible morning while letting her new slave carry her home. She was a bit scared, being so high from the ground, but the shoulder saddle was very comfortable and the slave’s head between her thighs actually gave her a good grip.

She gradually took some confidence and started enjoying the ride. Being carried was so beautiful! Then she decided to make Ben strive a little more… and feel who was the boss! “Don’t be ever afraid to hurt him. The harder you hit him, the better for both his salvation and God’s happiness… not to mention your own satisfaction!” Sister Helen had told her with a bright smile. “And be cruel right from the beginning, even when it appears most unnecessary. He must live in constant fear of you, and always see you as the instrument God chose for his merciless expiation. Keep him in this status, and you’ll be enjoying the perfect slave.”

All right, slave. I’ve been riding you slowly so far just because I wanted to, but I can be your worst nightmare if I want. Let’s start having some fun. Emily dug her boots into the boy’s flesh with all her strenght, forgetful of the razor-sharp spurs Sister Helen had ordered Ben to fasten to her boots.

The ponyboy immediately broke into a full gallop, and his rider found herself on the brink of being unsaddled.

Emily managed to remain on saddle just by grabbing Ben’s hair with her hand. She regained her balance, and turned her sudden adrenaline from the escaped danger into excitement towards the ride. “You want to play hard, uh?” she said, and repeatedly spurred the boy again. Sister Helen was going to be proud of her.

Soon Emily started feeling the exhaustion of the boy’s muscles beneath her. It was a beautiful feeling. She let the slave slow down for a little while, then used the bridles to lead him toward a tree, out of the beaten track. “Down!” she ordered harshly.

Without even looking at him, Emily dismounted and took a thin branch from the tree. She wanted a whip to beat the shit out of him! Then she turned around, and for the first time ever she looked at his face…

She suddenly felt overwhelmed by guilty and sadness: he was almost young enough to be her son! His abdomen was marked and bleeding because of her spurs, his body trembling from the fatigue of carrying her… and, worst of all, he had an expression of pure terror. This was so unfair and wrong… What a monster have they turned me into?

“Are you all right, darling? Is that boy giving you any trouble?” A young pretty nun was addressing Emily with these questions from the beaten track.

“I’m all right, thanks” Emily replied, after a few seconds of hesitation. Actually she just wanted to be alone and assess her new feelings. “I stopped by to make a whip out of this tiny branch.”

“Nice idea. These sinners never get beaten up enough” the nun replied. “Can I ask you some help?”

“Of course. What can I do for you?” Emily asked. The nun was leading a large carriage, so much filled with goods from the convent that she barely had a spot to sit.

“I’ll show you.” She whipped the ponyboys and they desperately started pulling the heavy load, showing Emily that one of them was visibly limping. The nun harshly pulled the bridles and made them stop again. She was totally unconcerned with their fatigue. “He fell down and got injured, the idiot! Of course I’m forcing him to keep going… but I’m moving too slow. Would you mind helping me try another solution?”

Needless to say, Emily had to swallow her sad feelings and walk towards the nun, leading her slave by the reins. Sister Elizabeth, this was the young nun’s name, managed the whole thing in a few minutes: Ben was harnessed as replacement for the injured slave, while the latter got fastened to the rear: he would follow the cart or be dragged through the beaten track.

Emily’s slave still had the shoulder saddle on. “Ok, we’re done and ready. I’m afraid I don’t have enough space here for both of us to sit, so I should ask you to mount your slave as he pulls the carriage” the nun said.

Ben knelt down and Emily sat astride him. He remained still, waiting for orders. Emily looked at Sister Elizabeth, ready on the carriage, and she unwillingly said “Up, slave!” Of course he promptly obeyed.

Their trip begun. Sister Elizabeth repeatedly slashed the slaves’ bare back with a long whip, until the heavy carriage started moving and they reached a brisk trot. Then she kept regularly whipping them to maintain the challenging pace she wished.

Emily remained passively sat on Ben’s shoulders, adding her weight to his unbelievable effort and feeling him whimper every time one of those savage slashes hit his bare back. Does the nun want to kill these guys?

This was too much for the young woman, who 24 hours before had never seen a ponyboy. She broke down and cried… silently at first, then louder and louder… until Sister Elizabeth overheard her siccups and stopped the carriage.

They were terribly late for the town market, so the nun swiftly climbed on another slave’s shoulders and the ride could continue that way, with the two women riding aside on the slaves’ shoulders and talking.

“Why are you upset, darling?” Sister Elizabeth asked.

“I feel just terrible” Emily said. “I was enjoying my ride at first, but when I looked at his scared face… I asked myself what the hell I was doing… and that’s the exact moment when you called me from the beaten track.”

“Oh, poor girl. I know it can be hard at the beginning. But sometimes the ways of God are a bit mysterious. You just need to have faith! Yes, he can be scared, but that’s part of his redemption process… and you might feel sorry and guilty, but you’re just an instrument of God and you must go on!”

When Sister Elizabeth’s carriage reached its destination, the two slaves were simply finished. Emily spent some time with the nun, to help her with the fruit stand and catch up with the lost time. This way Ben could rest a little, but his muscles were so exhausted that when Emily finally mounted on his shoulders again he simply couldn’t stand up. Emily hesitated for a moment, then looked at the nun and knew what to do: a couple of harsh hits with the spurs into his abdomen summoned hidden energies and the slave lifted her up.

In the following weeks, although still upset by her mixed feelings, Emily couldn’t help but love having Ben in her service. Her grandma was happy again, the dog had become a quiet domestic animal and Emily’s life was much easier: Ben pulled the carriage, took the bins from it and served the clients. The young woman didn’t even need to get off the carriage anymore! She just drove it and took the money from her clients. She whipped Ben when needed, of course, but never showed the sadism and cruelty of her first time on his shoulders.

The worst moment of every day was when she took the harness away from him every afternoon, because of his scared and exhausted expression.

One day, for the first time ever, he talked to her, just as soon as she removed the bit from his mouth. “Why are you so upset, my Mistress? I keep doing my best, but your face is never happy…”

“Oh, no. You’re doing great, but I feel so sorry about the way I’m treating you!”

“Please, don’t be sorry. I never believed the whole story of expiating my sins. I endured my training at the convent waiting for the first chance to escape… and I could have run away from your stable from the first night…”

“Why didn’t you?” Emily hesitantly asked.

“Because I heard what you said to Sister Elizabeth, despite the effort of carrying you on my shoulders while pulling that heavy carriage. And for the first time in my life I felt that someone cared about me. I’m here because I want to serve you, to make your life easier and to please you for the rest of mine. I’m here because I love you!”

Emily broke down and cried, hugging the boy and getting her pretty dress wet with his sweat. “How can you love me? I just use you as a beast of burden!”

“Please, never stop doing it. You deserve this. You’re the most beautiful and thoughtful human being I’ve ever met, and the harder you whip me the better I’ll serve you. Please, let me stay in your service… and don’t be sorry anymore… just smile at me at the end of the day, and I’ll feel proud and strong enough to carry you across the whole England!”

Ben didn’t spend another night in Emily’s stable.

She still uses him as ponyboy and whip his back mercilessly, now with an untroubled smile on her face. He sleeps on the floor at night though, beside her bed, and she’s found kinky new ways of using the young slave. Life is beautiful, for both of them… because love can have very different forms… and the nuns were right on one thing: sometimes the ways of God can be a bit mysterious.

The dairy ponyboy (1/2)

England, 1839. Dog carts are widespread and represent a precious resource for those families who can’t afford an equine or oxen as means of transportation. Meanwhile the RSPCA, a charity fighting for the five freedoms of animals, defines it an untolerable cruelty and pushes the government for a ban (true historical references here and here).

Life used to be pretty hard in the British countryside, but Emily didn’t complain. She considered herself lucky, after all: her parents had died ten years before when she was just 16, so she could have become one of many orphans in some institute. Instead, her elderly aunt Jane had welcomed her as employee at her dairy farm.

Along her way home, Emily looked at the small dog pulling her carriage. “Oh… I wish we could afford a horse, or at least a donkey… I’ve just made the last milk delivery and now it’s going to take one hour until we reach home. Come on, you little bastard! Go faster!” she yelled, using the reins to encourage him.

Just that morning, aunt Jane had wished them a good day from the doorstep (see picture above) and said: “Treat my little dog fairly, niece. I’m afraid he’s really getting old.”

Emily could realize how hard the dog’s life was, carrying her and so many gallons of milk for several hours every day… but she was just tired… and life was too hard to take care of others but herself.

Mrs Hutton, her hateful neighbor, suddenly overtook her and was soon a small dot at the horizon. She drove a two-dog carriage and used to whip the poor animals mercilessly (see picture below).

When Emily finally reached home, she found aunt Jane choking back tears.

“We’re completely ruined” the elderly woman said. “The government has just issued something named the Dog Cart Nuisance Act. Dog carts are banned! The whole town is talking about it. How are we going to survive?”

In the following days, Emily and her aunt’s other two employees did their best to deliver most of the milk to the best customers by walking. But they couldn’t reach more than 60% of them and this was going to kill their backs. They had to find a solution.

One night, while walking back home after the last delivery with an empty bin fastened on her back, Emily saw a definitely new thing: a two-wheel carriage driven by a nun… and pulled by a young boy!

“Are you all right, darling?” the nun asked, after stopping her human horse with a harsh move of the bridles. “I’m Sister Helen… and you appear exhausted. Would you like a ride home?”

Emily was hesitant, but her tiredness won and she climbed on the carriage, taking a seat beside the young nun. After a couple of minutes spent fully realizing the whole thing, Emily was simply astonished: Sister Helen, without ever losing her carefree smile and while lovely chatting with her, treated the boy harshly like a beast of burden and whipped his bare back as though she intended to kill him! Of course he ran for his life, carrying the two women at a very respectable speed.

“Don’t be upset, young woman” Sister Helen said, like reading her mind. “He’s an orphan, grown up in the streets and destined to a life of crimes. We welcome many of these boys in our convent and teach them discipline. They need pain and struggle, so their sins will be forgiven after death. Give it a try!”

Although still baffled, Emily took the bridles and was soon surprised by the sensitivity the human horse demonstrated to her commands. Then the nun handed her the whip.

“I don’t know, Sister. How can I feel right by enslaving a human being?”

“You’re already doing it. Whose efforts you think are making your trip home so fast and comfortable? Furthermore, you’ll do him a favor: he needs to suffer and expiate. Come on, hit him!”

Emily thought a Sister couldn’t be wrong. She slashed the young slave once, twice… every time harder… until he was on a desperate gallop. The two women burst into laughter, enjoying the breeze from the forward motion.

“You see. It wasn’t that difficult!” Sister Helen said.

“You’re right. And I actually like it!” Emily replied.

After a while she led the human pony into a slightly slower pace, just to save his energies, but she kept whipping him regularly to maintain the desired speed. Once they reached the farm, Emily handed the bridles back to the nun and thanked her warmly.

“Wait a second before you get off” Sister Helen said. “Let me show you something. Boy! Step-position, and honor our guest!”

The boy pulled a small lever to block the wheels, got on his hands and knees beside the carriage and humbly kissed one of Emily’s boots.

The woman, at this point already a bit accustomed to being served by the young slave, used his bare back as a step and comfortably got off. She couldn’t avoid to notice the red marks on his back and shoulders while stepping on them, but everything (incredibly) appeared almost normal by now.

“Let me make you a proposal” Sister Helen said. “We have so many orphans and you clearly need some help here. I suppose you’re among the families hit by the dog carts ban. Would you like to take one boy? Of course slavery is not really legal… so you should adopt one as your son and use him exactly as you have just used mine. God would be very grateful!”

“I don’t know what to say. That would be so helpful for us! On the other hand, are you sure it wouldn’t be misperceived? I mean… think of the neighborhood, what will they say?”

“Don’t worry, my darling. Everyone will know you’ll be doing that on our behalf. We’re making similar deals with other deserving women, so human-led carriages will soon be common around. Just come over tomorrow, early morning. I will wait for you at the convent.”

Sister Helen smiled, then she hit the ponyboy with her whip and took the road.

Emily was a bit afraid about what had happened in the last 30 minutes, but… more than that… she felt overwhelmingly excited!

On the following morning, she woke up before sunrise and told her aunt that she would go to pray at the convent. “I know I will miss some deliveries this way, but we’re going to be broken soon anyway… perhaps God has a better solution” she said.

It was a two hour walk. Emily surprised herself wishing to have a human pony in her service already.

She reached the convent and found the main door open. Inside, she saw a beautiful and silent cloister. An elderly nun appeared at a window. “I’m here to see Sister Helen” Emily shouted.

The nun just nodded, without speaking a word. Emily kept waiting for about 10 minutes, then she finally saw Sister Helen approaching… and felt even more incredulous than the day before: the nun was riding a saddled boy, who obediently crawled on his hands and knees beneath her considerable weight.

The human pony had a bit in his mouth and wore a couple of kneepads. He was completely naked, except for a couple of tiny shorts. His body was actually mostly hidden by the nun’s dress, but Emily could understand exactly how that worked because a second human pony was crawling beside Sister Helen’s, without any rider on his saddle.

The nun harshly pulled the bridles, stretching his slave’s mouth and making him stop. She had no whip this time, but a sudden sparkle revealed a couple of razor-sharp spurs fastened to her boots. “Hello, my darling. Hope you had a safe trip here. Mount on your slave, I’m taking you for a complete tour inside the convent!”

Emily hesitated for a second, then she remembered the explanations from the day before and gently sat on the small saddle, putting her boots into the stirrups. It was very comfortable… and it became even more so when the boy, feeling that she had settled her full weight on him, bent his back a little to let her ass comfortably sink into him… adding further arousal to his already excited new rider.

Emily weighed about 130 lbs, while Sister Helen must have been at least 170. Their slaves clearly struggled to carry the two women, but they appeared extremely determined to please their riders… whatever the cost…

They rode across the cloister and entered a huge garden. Then they took a steep track, which led on a small hill and supposedly down on the other side. Sister Helen wanted to maintain a good speed despite the slope, so she repeatedly dug the spurs into her slave’s thighs. Of course it worked. Emily didn’t have any tool but the bridles… nonetheless her human pony kept crawling just beside Sister Helen’s, maintaining the same pace: the boys were clearly trained to let the nuns chat while riding in parallel.

Emily had never felt so well in her entire life. The muscles working beneath her arse were overwhelmingly turning her on… and she felt like a princess, served and in charge for the first time in her life. She wished she could spur her slave as well, just to feel his body react under her. An unknown sadism was arising inside the young woman.

Once beyond the hill, the two riders found themselves surrounded by bucolic scenes of deep submission.

Emily was literally open-mouthed. Here a young nun rode a two-legged slave on his shoulders, keeping his head under her dress. He walked in circle around a large vegetable garden where several boys were working, while his rider cracked the whip against those whom she judged weren’t behaving properly.

There two elderly and fat nuns rode two four-legged slaves in parallel and kept chatting, exactly like Sister Helen and Emily were doing.

On the other side, three boys pulled as many ploughs through a large field. On each plough sat a young nun, who whipped her slave mercilessly.

Emily felt overwhelmed. The whole thing appeared so unfair… yet so exciting… or perhaps just exciting because of its unfairness! Sister Helen carried on explaining the different scenes, but Emily’s eyes were definitely more attentive than her ears. After all… which explanation did she need?

That place was the waiting room of Heaven for the nuns, while a very special Purgatory for those boys, meant to save them from an eternity in Hell. A beautiful win-win deal… of which, at this point, Emily undoubtedly wanted to be part!