human horse

Absolute Submission- HUMAN HORSE

My pulse races as she places the heavy leather saddle on my back. In that moment I cease to be a man. I am her pony. Her strong, obedient human horse. The cool bit slides between my teeth, the bridle is tightened firmly. Her girlfriend stands beside us, checking the straps with a satisfied smile.

“Trot!” she commands in a stern voice and swings herself elegantly onto my back. Her weight presses me deep into the ground, her thighs gripping me with powerful dominance. With every step I feel her complete control. The riding crop slaps rhythmically against my thigh, urging me faster through the dense forest. Leaves brush my skin, sweat runs down my body as I carry her safely and strongly.

Sometimes they ride me without a saddle – only through the pure strength of their thighs and the reins in their hands. In the stable the submission becomes even more intense. There I am groomed, tied up and ridden alternately by both. Sometimes at a light trot, sometimes in a strict gallop. I pant under their weight, feeling every movement, every correction of the reins.

There is no stronger feeling than this total surrender. I am their mount. Their property. Strong, enduring and completely submissive. Their boots in the stirrups, their laughter above me, and the knowledge that I exist only for their pleasure and their will.