I found the note on my tack box. It was certainly clear in its instruction, a shiver ran down my body as I re-read the text. I had a decision to make, would I follow the instructions or walk away. Although it seemed that simple this was the step into the unknown, two days ago I had been discovered, mid-self bondage session by my riding instructress Hilary. S...
I trembled with anticipation, the stable yard was quiet, the only sound was the snorting of sleepy horses. I crept towards the tack room, my shadow cast by the full moon above. I fiddled with the lock and swung the door open, I was engulfed with the smell of warm leather and horses, I breathed in the intoxicating aroma. I had been planning this session for w...
As I lay on top of the vaulting horse with a clear view of Leonardo and Venus who were both still assuming the position. I focused on the sensations assaulting my body, my cock stretched by the leather cock trap, my cock and balls held in a vise like grip by the "lips" of the leather "pussy", my nipples tormented by the twist lock clamps attached by the smal...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
CH 5- Changing Dynamics Bambi released Jane and Izzy from their bondage, but kept their control collars on. Sitting on the sofa, "Izzy slut start sucking my pussy and you better to do a good job,' Bambi ordered. Unable to refuse the former mistress said "Yes Mistress Bambi." ""Jane I am releasing the collar control but remember you are still bound by...
From his bound position, he looked up at Her through eyes still misty from his ordeal. Her was kneeling, his wrists locked to the top of a post by leather cuffs, his ankles in cuffs behind the post, his body strapped tightly to the stanchion by 2" belts at hips waist and chest. She was sitting above and in front of him, on a throne like chair. Her hair was...
Farm life agreed with Dixie, her family had owned the Jackson Ranch for 5 generations, acres and acres of rich grazing land, a historic claim over swathes of the Texan Great Plains. Dixie had only known life on the farm, her father had raised her to be a rancher just like the generations before her, so by the time she turned 18 she could ride a horse, tan an...
Although this story could stand alone, it will make much more sense if you read the first part. That story is called "Teased and Denied, the Beginning" and was posted recently. This chapter commences the morning after we had decided to make our new lifestyle a permanent arrangement. * The next morning after showers and normal morning things, my Mistress/wi...
For the next three days life went on. We swam, talked; I cooked and cleaned, not to mention bringing my wife to orgasm with my mouth several times a day whenever she wanted. Sunday morning dawned clear and bright. After breakfast we showered together and I soaped and washed her beautiful body, then dried her off. We retired to the bedroom where she handed me...
Chapter 1: The Invitation It was with more than normal excitement that I waited for the call. I wasn't sure how the invitation would be sent but I knew that it would bring the promise of a thrilling and adventuresome week. It had been five years since I moved from college life out into the "real world" and very few days had passed when I didn't long to be...