My name is Carmen, though my correct title is Lady Carmen. The title is not through marriage but because my father is an Earl. This is the story of how my downfall began. During the long lonely School Holidays of my childhood, I was left to my own devices. I would explore the empty and dusty rooms of our vast house. I used to try and imagine the building...
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...
It had been sometime since my beautiful mistress had placed a collar around my neck and that of my new 'sister' Sarah. I had effectively given up my work, however the money raised by an app I had created kept nicely filling my bank account as I toiled for Hilary as an unpaid stable hand and slave. You see I was no longer Claire Fullerton, systems analyst an...
It was sunny when I pulled up to the stables, and Jenny had already tacked up the horses and got everything ready for our afternoon hack. It was the first time I'd ridden with her alone, as our other riding partner was working an extra shift at her workplace. God, it was hot, and I was beginning to sweat underneath my body protector. I loosened it a bit, ju...
A Red Kite thought about alighting in a tree close to the equestrian centre, but the commotion below ensured it soared away to more peaceful climes. In the paddock below, a strutting redheaded woman barked her commands at the young charges who circled on horseback, with the aim of learning horsemanship. Elaine Calder was a very shapely woman, assertive and n...
I was new to the village and expected to be treated like a stranger for a year or two. However, I found that idea was born of an urban myth. I was greeted quite well and in a very friendly fashion. I had move there to write, and liked the quiet pastoral days and the calm moonlit evenings. I began to make acquaintances in the village and to enjoy the company...
Sarah had not looked shocked some hours later when she had freed me from my pastry like prison. Hilary had left the drying lamps on so the syrup and flour had set like concrete trapping my body. Sarah had first pried my body from the floor with a shovel before washing a quantity of the mess from me. I will still pretty well caked when she stood me up. "Look...
This story initially started as a chapter within my series 'Messy Riding Lessons', however I felt it was a story which more people may enjoy as it is a little less extreme than some of what my characters have to endure! Therefore, I have created it as a stand-alone story, I do hope you enjoy it. ***** Sarah slept soundly. She was 19 years old with messy br...
I saw a new member appear in my local town on a hookup site I frequent so I sent her a message and invited her to peruse my profile. She did and we started a conversation of messages through the site. I asked her "So how about you describe yourself and what you're wearing and I'll try and write a reply based on it :)" She replied "I'm very cold today, so...
By chance, I drove by the local gymkhana last Saturday. It was a beautiful day. The sun shone and not a single cloud discoloured the brilliant blue sky. I had 2 hours to kill as my next appointment wasn’t until 2pm that day. I decided to stop the car and park for a while. I paid the attendant my entry fee to the show and parked my car facing one of the...