Horse PlaySubmitted by: femdomfan
I could feel the burning desire in my groin as my cock struggled against the chastity cage. My balls hung low and felt heavy. I can't remember how long I had gone without any relief but it was about three weeks maybe longer.
It had only been about half an hour since my mistress left me here to wait for her return.
Moments ago she had bound me to a pair of post in the barn. Then she had been kind enough to use warm water as she hosed me down telling me that I smelled and needed cleaning.
Now dripping wet I stood here waiting for her to return I began to think back on how I got here in the first place. I had answered an add that I had found on one of my favorite femdom websites.
I had memorized the add before I got the nerve to answer it.
"Goddess seeking a healthy slave to be truly owned. Must be physically fit. Will be used and abused as I see fit. Mostly for equine training. One year slave contract to be signed upfront. Only serious slaves meeting these requirements may apply."
Equine training was always a part of my fantasies but I had never taken part of any such play before. The though was extremely exiting to me as I knew this meant I was to be used and abused. I had been struggling with these desires since my early teens.
A noise brought me back to reality as I could hear her coming up behind me. With my blinders on I couldn't tell what she was doing but I soon learned that she was to strap me to the rickshaw again tonight.
This was her favorite game to play.
There were straps that would be bound to my waist on a harness that I wore on my upper body and then my hands would be bound to these also. She put braces on my legs so that I wouldn't twist my ankles. A limp horse slave would be useless so she always took great care that I didn't hurt myself.
This I always thought was odd since she really enjoy making me suffer merely for her own pleasure.
Once I was fully secured she came around in front of me to check on my harness. I knew she did this only to tease me some more. She was a beautiful brunet with a full figure. She was in her low cut leather jacket showing lots of cleavage which she knows I love. She wore her tight white pants that showed her generous curves. Her boots even though were knee high, they had sensible heals. High heals aren't something you can wear riding.
Her final inspection was of my chastity cage. It was made of stainless steel and was nearly indestructible. I would have needed a machine shop to even have a chance of escaping from it.
After all this time she finally spoke to me saying "Now let's have some fun".
This I knew meant I would suffer a lot today.
She walked around behind me and climbed into the rickshaw and before I knew it I felt a sharp pain on my back side.
"Let's go" she said.
Another sharp snap and off I went.
She would always take it easy on me at first to break me in so she had not hit me too hard yet.
I trotted to the door of the barn and out into the night air I went. I cold feel the cool breeze on my skin. Especially since I was naked except for the hardware I wore. It was a cool night so I knew she would work me hard.
She then gave me a couple of sharp taps on my right shoulder blade with what I knew was her cruel extra long ridding whip.
I knew this meant I had to turn down the path on the right side.
I also knew not to over exert myself right away so I only ran at slow jogging pace.
"Warmed up yet?" she asked knowing I would not answer her.
"Run" she screamed as she began lashing my back, ass and thighs. She would alternate her strokes, side to side, light and hard. Soon I was covered in marks and I could barely keep going as my mind was swimming from the pain.
After a few minutes of this treatment, she stopped beating me and burst into a cruel mocking laugh. She was feeling especially cruel this evening and I would be the one to suffer for it.
I had dreamed of such a goddess for half my life but never dreamed that she could be so cruel. To think I had wanted this so much but now only for a moment, I wished I could break free. But that feeling always went as fast as it came once I was able to regain my thoughts.
She slowed me to a trot and I could hear her giggling away.
I could feel my skin burning from the beating. I knew the welts would take a few days to go away. As we were nearing the halfway point, she suddenly commanded for me to stop.
She never used reins as she though it was better just to use verbal commands. Also if I was too slow in responding, it would give her more reason to punish me. Not that she needed a reason for her cruelties, after all she is the goddess and I am the slave.
I could hear her getting out of the rickshaw. Suddenly I felt her hands running over my welts admiring her handiwork.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"Yes goddess" I replied.
"Good" she snapped.
She reached between my legs and cupped my exposed testicles in her hand and said "Are these sore?"
"No goddess" I answered knowing I had to be honest and they would soon be very sore.
I could feel her grip tightening and she squeezed harder.
"Do they hurt now?" she asked.
"Yes goddess" I said as she continued to squeeze. She started twisting her wrist causing me a good deal of pain.
She laughed out loud and asked "Do you like suffering for me slave?"
"Only if it pleases you goddess" I replied half choking on my words.
She must have like this as she let me go. My knees buckled as I felt waves of pain in my balls.
She reached around me grabbing both my nipples and pinching so hard that I yelped.
"That should help relieve some of the pain in you balls" she said.
The tears were streaming down my face as she squeezed and twisted my nipples. I struggled against my bonds without thinking as I tried to get away from the pain.
This made her laugh even more. She knew her mocking laughter always cut right thru me like fire.
After letting go she walked around me and stood before me looking me straight in the eyes. I couldn't bear her stare and kept trying to look down or away. She always liked doing this to me when she had me broken. She whipped the tears from my face with a smile on hers.
She reached between my legs and gently stroked my chastity case. She asked if I would suffer some more for her. Like a fool, even though I was aching all over I quickly answered yes.
She knew full well that she was the goddess of my dreams and all she had top do was to keep me horny and I would suffer for her without question.
This is why she only allowed me one orgasm a month.
After giving me a few moments to regain my strength she climbed back into the rickshaw and commanded me to trot back to the barn. By now my knees were week and I was happy to go back. She gave me a few strokes of the whip to encourage me to go back.
Once back at the stables I was chained by the neck to my stall before she even undid the straps to the rickshaw.
Once I was freed from the cart she commanded me to kiss her boots. She often did this after a beating to see if I would still serve her. Of course I did as she commanded and kissed her boots. I felt powerless against her; even though I knew I was physically stronger than she. I could never harm her even though she was so cruel to me.
She smiled at me as she walked around me while I knelt on all fours. Before I knew it she bent down and gave me a quick hard slap to my already aching balls. I collapsed to the floor moaning in pain as she walked away laughing.
"See you tomorrow" she said.
I could only hope she would show me mercy then. But after a while the pain subsided and the horniness returned. Then all I could do was hope that she would return to use me again tomorrow.
The end... or is it?
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