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I woke up with Lisa straddling me. I was hard and already between her labia. I’m a really light sleeper. “How do you get on me without waking me up?”

“I just go really slow. It’s only a little bit at a time and you don’t notice the difference too much. Under her breath she added, “Like your anal training.”

I wasn’t sure I’d heard her. “Wait, what?”

She leaned into me.. “Let’s fuck.” She licked my neck and started rubbing against my groin. Her breasts were squeezed against my chest and I was familiar enough with their shape and weight that I might as well have been holding them in my hands. I slipped inside her and the feeling was more than usually intense. Maybe because I wasn’t expecting to  wake up fucking Lisa in under a minute. I mean, I have. Just not normally.

I wrapped my arms around her lower back, pulling her into me. She moaned and put her arms around my head, her face down and pressed into my jaw. She began rocking up and down, back and forth, while I thrusted and pulled her closer. I moved my right hand lower and cupped an ass cheek.

Back when I had extra sexual energy I liked to watch amateure porn, because it’s authentic. Professional porn is so fake I might as well try to enjoy watching sexy  stick figures. Even amateur porn basically all looks similar eventually, there only being so many positions. What would bring me back to my favorites were the noises real lovers make. With Lisa, the sounds of her passion were the sexiest sounds ever. Groans, moans, grunts, panting … it might not sound like much just being described. Hearing it with her breath in your face while being occasionally licked and tongue fucked is an experience I cannot describe. If I let myself go I’d come in seconds. I’ve learned to hold back, edging myself for her pleasure …

With her nails on my scalp scratching through my short quarantine haircut, she whispered into my ear, “Hurry up and come baby.”

I couldn’t remember her ever rushing me before. Lately she’s been dominating me, which I’ve been going along with for complicated and poorly understood reasons, but it’s involved pain, something hard to admit liking. I didn’t use to be suspicious and worried during sex, but I’ve recently had good reason to be wary.

I slowed my thrusting until I stopped. 

“What’s wrong baby?” She kept sliding on me.

“Why do you want me to hurry?”

“So you come! You know how much I love it when you come in me!” She started moving faster.

I had a realisation and held her hips still with my hands. She was still rubbing on me but I at least slowed her down.

“Lisa, you know I hate having you do things to my butt after I’ve come?”

“Of course I do, baby!” She moved herself more forcefully.

“But that’s what you want to do, isn’t it?”

She stopped moving and looked at me. “You don’t know that for sure.”

I had to laugh. “I do, though. Don’t I?”

She put her palms on my temples and pulled my hair back with her fingers. She leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss on my forehead.

“Baby, I’m gonna do whatever I want to do. You can stop me if you want, but you won’t. You like me to be in charge. You love to please me. Don’t you?”

My face grew warm and I looked down. She moved a hand behind my head and started scritching me as if I were a cat, sending chills down my spine. She began sliding back and forth on me, and I started thrusting again. Peeking up I caught a glimpse of her face, and she had a triumphant grin. Like she’d won a victory.

I tried not to come but she wasn’t to be denied. I came right after she did. When it happened I let out a quiet moan of defeat, which she recognised.

She fell into me, panting, her forehead on my chin. She rubbed my hair. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you.” 

It was nice to hear but except for one time I’ve never worried about her taking care of me. She’d tended my wounds while I healed after that one time.

“If I didn’t know that you’ll always take care of me I’d never let you be so mean to me.” I didn’t hear the oxymoronic nature of that statement but she did and let out a little snort.

I was a little resentful about the forced orgasm so I imitated the  snort she’d just made. Apparently because I’m stupid and love trouble. She turned my head to the side and held it down against the bed with both hands, kissing my jaw, licking behind my ear. She whispered, “Was that the smartest  noise to make right now? I’m just wondering, because I don’t think it was.”

I’ve never been controlled like this before. I never would have even tried it, except, she’s Lisa. So I wouldn’t have found out that I liked it.

“No. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Go to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry. It was stupid.”

“Go to the bathroom.” By now those instructions were codified. Poop if i had to. Shower myself squeaky clean. Come back naked. I did those things, trying to take long enough to pass through my refractory period.

I expected to be bent over when I came into the bedroom. When I came in though, she was sitting on the bed, no longer naked but wearing themed clothes. Boot cut jeans and snakeskin cowboy boots with 3 inch heels. I’d been against her buying those, thinking they were ridiculous, but she pulled it off. A straw cowboy hat. I’d seen all those before.

What sold her outfit was her shirt. Pink plaid with pearl snaps. Dark pink roses on the yoke.  Satin piping on the pockets.

I stopped, standing naked in front of her with her fully dressed. Something that at all times makes me feel vulnerable and submissive.

“Lisa, darling, why are you dressed like a cowgirl?”

“I wasn’t sure the outfit worked.” She looked down at herself. “Yippee ki yay motherfucker!” Looking up, she had a mischievous grin.

I could see where this was gonna end up. “You’re planning to ride me like a horse, aren’t you?”. 

A flash of annoyance showed on her face. “You don’t know that for sure.”

“I’m not going to wear a bridle and saddle if that’s what you were planning.”

“You’d wear them if I’d thought of that. I spent most of my preparation  finding this stupid fucking shirt at the goodwill.” She plucked at her chest and looked at the embroidery. 

I put my hands on her face and kissed the crown of her head. “It’s perfect. I love your attention to detail.” She put her arms around my waist and the side of her face against my stomach.

Then my natural tendency for being a smartass got me into trouble again. “I know you too well for you to surprise me.” Whoopty smug fucking do.

She lowered her hands to my ass and looked up, with the most innocent expression I’ve ever seen on her face. 

“Yes baby. There are no surprises in store for you today.”  She pulled my cheeks aside and lightly squeezed them.

A chill ran down my back. “I mean, um … uhh…” I couldn’t think of what to say. She’s clever and innovative and wicked, and I was at her mercy. As at all times. Sometimes her mercy didn’t extend too far.

She ignored my babbling incoherence and said, with that frightening innocent look still on her face, “It’s your turn to make breakfast.  Bacon and cheese omelet sound good?”

“Yes. I’ll go start cooking.” I wondered I could escape. I weigh twice as much as she does. I could bench press her all day. And she’s in complete control.

She let me get to the door, then stopped me like Colombo questioning a guilty suspect who thinks he’s gotten away with his crime. A reference for us old folks. 

“Oh wait a second. Come back for a minute please?”

I turned and walked back to her, taking small, slow steps. She watched me with a neutral expression in her face. “Just one more question, Mr. O___.”

Standing in front of her, naked, my penis not at it’s best, I sighed and said, “Just do it.”

“Do what, baby?” She showed a small grin.”

“Whatever you have in mind.”

“Don’t you already know what I have in mind? I thought I can’t surprise you. Because you know me soooo well.” Lisa is gorgeous but smirking isn’t her best look.

“Apparently not. You win.”

She enjoyed her triumph and it showed. “I always win. Now turn around.”

I did. She put her hands on my cheeks and spread them. She rubbed her fingers gently around my anus, inspecting me. That at all times felt more humiliating than even her fucking me.

In an earlier post I mentioned that, if the reader doesn’t figure out how much I love Lisa, they don’t figure out anything about our dynamic. I need to add that, if you don’t figure out how mortified and embarrassed I am all the time while she treats me like this, you don’t figure out what I’m experiencing.

“I’ll need to shave you again soon. I like your ass smooth.” She kept spreading me and rubbing around and on my hole. I made a soft sound that she understood perfectly. “Is this embarrassing to you?”

I determined not to say anything. 

She gave my butt a sharp slap.”Ok. Get over my lap.” The most embarrassing position  there is.

“Aw baby …”

“Just do it.”

I followed her orders. It’s worse when I’m naked and she’s clothed.

She put her hands on me to adjust my position. “Scooch up. Make your ass point up. More.” She was tugging me forward. She likes my behind vertical.

Once she had me arranged the way she wanted me she rested her hands on my cheeks. “No surprises, right?”

“Lisa, what I said was stupid. Please be gentle.” I know what she wants and I was nervous. “Don’t hurt me, Mommy.” 

She shuddered with what I hoped was arousal. Whether it was or not, it didn’t help my situation. “You’re so bad. Trying to manipulate me. And that snort.” She reached behind her and then I felt a sharp pain on my lower buttocks.

“I’m not your mommy today. I’m your rider. That was my riding crop. You better be a good horse.”

The pain from her strike was building. It was like when you stub your toe. It hurts at first but the real sensation shows up in the mail later. When it arrived it was shocking. Then she hit me again three times in quick succession.

“Oh god! That’s too much!”  I was squirming from the pain. I was afraid she’d keep going. I wouldn’t be able to handle that.

“Be a  good horse and I won’t need the crop.”

Tears were already forming in my eyes. “I’ll try to be a good horse. But please don’t hit me like that anymore. It hurts too much.”

She was quiet for a minute. Then she said, “I won’t. You might be my horse but you’ll always be my sweet baby.” She rubbed her crop over where she’d struck me. Gently. Even so I could feel the welts that were already rising. I moaned.

 “You better be good though.”

“I’ll be as good as i can.” I really meant it.

“I know you will. And I’ve only promised not to  hit you that hard again. That doesn’t mean I can’t use the crop.” She reached back again and found something else. “And I can always use this …”

Something swished over my ass. It was soft and silky. Crossing the sensitive stripes she’d left with her crop, it hurt a bit, but everywhere else it was soothing. 

“You bought a new flogger.” She’d only used a flogger on me once. It wasn’t the worst thing she’d done to me that night.

“Oh my! Another surprise! How is it I keep surprising you? It’s not a flogger.” I don’t have to see her face to know when she’s smiling.

“Ok, what is it?”

“It’s a fashion accessory.”  She set whatever she was holding next to her. Spreading me open she squirted some lube in my butt and pushed it in with her finger, rubbing in and out. She had been fucking me a lot lately and I’m usually sore.

“Ow.”

“Oh be quiet. It’s just my finger.”

“Yeah, but I’m already sensitive.”

“Aw baby.” She removed her finger and started pushing something much larger in. It felt massive.

“Wait, no! Too big!”

“Shhh baby. It fits fine.”

From recent experience I recognised her toy as a butt plug. Once it popped in the pain lessened. Not enough.

 

“Jeez, Lisa. Every time it’s something bigger.” I was breathing hard.

“I can at all times stop. Should I stop?’

“Um … I don’t think so.” I don’t know why I said that. When she’s domming me I speak truth.

“Baby, we can stop. You’re my precious sweet thing. Want me to take it out?”

“Yes. But not enough to ask you to.”

“I could get you some ice cream.”

“Ice cream? What?”

She laughed. “I don’t know. I saw a post where a sub used her safeword and her dom brought her ice cream. To make her feel better.”

I wondered about what she’d said. “That’s pretty sweet.”

“Right? I thought so too!”

“I really love you Lisa. Especially how you take care of me.” 

She rubbed her hand gently down my back from cheeks to butt. Then she gave my ass a brisk slap, above where she’d cropped me. “Ok. Stand and model it for me.”

I stood, facing her. I felt something silky hanging down from my behind past my knees. “No, turn around baby. I want to see your tail.”

I realised what was in me. A butt plug with attached strands, like a ponytail for my ass. I didn’t even know such things exist.

“You’re a palomino stallion! Walk around so I can see it from different angles.”

I discover it hard to walk with a plug in, but I crossed the room. I caught a glimpse myself in a mirror and, yep, I had a yellow horse tail. 

I turned around and walked back.

“I like it, but it doesn’t really look like a horse tail. Horse tails don’t grow from the butt, they grow above the butt.”

I had a brilliant idea. “Maybe you can take it out and just tie it to a belt?”

“Hmm. Get a belt.”

I hobbled to the closet and got a belt off the hook. When she saw it she said, “No, get a skinny canvas one. Like you wear with cargo shorts.”

I selected a belt and carried it until I stood in front of her. She took the belt and wrapped it around my waist. My growing penis got in the way of her fastening it, and she took me in her mouth.

“Don’t, please!” If she made me come again the plug would be unbearable. “How about if I go down on you?” 

She put the loose end into the buckle, looking up with her mouth on me and devil eyes. “Please Lisa?”

She fastened the belt loosely and let me pop out of her mouth. “Now turn around.”

I turned around and she  looped the tail around the belt. “Now tighten it all the way.”

It was the sort of belt that you pull the loose end and it stays tight. 

“The tail’s kind of short now …”

“I thought you were taking it out?”

“I can’t help the silly thoughts you get in your head, baby. There’s some slack here …”

She tugged on the loose end of the tail and the slack pulled out. The plug started pulling out a bit from the bottom, moving it from fitting my hole at the narrowest point to being in at an angle, stretching me. 

“Wait, wait!”

“Better not let it come out or someone will be a bad horse.” She pulled a bit more, forcing me to arch my back and point my ass upward. At this angle it felt twice as big. “That should do. Model for me again.”

If I didn’t keep that position it was gonna come out. “I don’t think I can walk like this.” 

“Girls walk like that all the time. Want some high heels?” She gave my ass a slap. “Go on.”

Moving slowly, carefully, I walked across the room. 

“Turn sideways. Lets see your profile. Walk some more.” 

I was walking like a pageant contestant, back arched, chest out, ass pointing upward. She had me cross the room several times.

“Oh my God, that is so good for your posture! I might have you wear this all the time.”

I looked at her to see if she was serious but she was giving nothing away.

“I’m not sure I can even get to the kitchen like this.”

“Let’s find out. I’m getting hungry.” 

I looked at the doorway and started hobbling to the kitchen. Every step was uncomfortable and frightening. It seemed like the tail might pop out, and I had caught her opinion about being a bad horse. I found out that by contracting my anus it would slip in a little, at the expense of having to arch my back and raise my ass more. Which would cause back stress so I’d have to straighten up again, pulling the plug a little further out. I basically had to fuck myself with every other step.

She caught up with me with her crop and walked behind me tapping my cheeks with it, not hard enough to really hurt but enough to make me twitch “Giddy up, stud.”

I made it there and got the eggs, butter, and cheese from the fridge door. The bacon was in the crisper and there was no way I could bend over and get it out while keeping the plug in. 

“I need some instructions here, Lisa.” 

She looked at me and I pointed to the crisper. “Ah. Let me get that for you baby.”

She had to get the skillets out too, but after I had everything I needed for omelettes everything went smoothly. Except the whole time I was cooking she kept walking up behind me and jiggling my ponytail.

“How’s the cooking coming, baby?”

“So far so good, but if the omelets wind up burned, I’m gonna blame you.”

“You can blame anyone you want, but I’m not the one who’ll be punished.” She gave the tail a push and the plug went all the way in. That forced me into a position I couldn’t maintain, and I slowly straightened up, tugging the plug out again. 

She  pulled on a cheek and I panicked. “No! That will make it slip out!” 

She stopped. “You want to keep it in? You like my toys in you, don’t you?”

“I want to stay a good horse.”

“Good horses tell the truth, baby.” My face blushed hot red, and I thought if my behind blushed too.

“I like it.  I’m afraid you’ll go too far.”

“Maybe you should be afraid.”

I stiffened up and she said, “Just kidding baby!” From behind she hugged my upper chest and pulled my hips into her, which didn’t upset the ponytail equilibrium. 

Looking at the stove, I saw I’d burned an omelet. The trick is to check the edges. Brown is bad.

The other one was on the brink. “Oh shit.” I took the almost burned omelet out of the pan and put it on a plate. “This is yours.” I turned around and held the plate out to her.

“We can split it baby, unless you’re really hungry.” 

“I don’t think I am, but I’ve had a lot of other things on my mind.”

“We’ll split it.” She set the plate on the counter. I obviously couldn’t sit down so she stood next to me with her arm around my lower back supporting my position. She fed me every other bite. I stopped being worried about trouble for burning an omelette. Also, it turns out I was pretty hungry.

 

The last bite was hers but she offered it to me. I wouldn’t eat it. “I’m full. You take it.”

She laughed and set the omelet piece on the plate. Keeping her arm around my back, she put her other hand on my chest and stared at me with sweet eyes. It’s a look that completely owns me. 

“Ready for your ride, baby?”

I notice I keep saying that I’m scared. I tried to be brave. I took a deep breath. “After you went to all the trouble shopping and dressing up, how can I say no?” 

She pulled herself into me and put her other hand on my shoulder. Leaning into my ear she said, “Good horsey.”

She pulled away. “Turn back to the stove. I need to get some things.” I did.

It took her 2 trips, which seemed like a lot of things to get. Eventually she came up behind me and reached over my head with a blindfold. She fastened it over my eyes.

Reading my mind she said, “It’s not a blindfold. It’s blinders. Like on a racehorse.”

“The ones for horses just block their side vision. This blocks everything.”

She reached around and twisted a nipple. “Who’s the horse here?”

I tried to make a horse sound but my voice is really too deep to neigh. I guess I came close enough for Lisa to recognize my intention.

Leaning over she scratched behind my ear. “Good boy. Want a carrot? I’ll feed you from my mouth like Niedermeyer in Animal House. Stamp once for ‘yes’  or twice for ‘no.'”

She can make me nervous and amused at the same time. I laughed and stomped twice. “That horse had a heart attack in Dean Wormer’s office.”

“I’ll be sure not to shoot any blanks. Come over here.” She led me to the kitchen table.

“Put your hands out. I put some cushions and a towel down. Feel them?” 

“Yes.”

“Bend over the table.”

“My tail will come out if I do that …”

She reached around me and loosened my belt, then unwrapped the tail end. Relieved of being pulled upward the plug slipped back to being fully inserted. More pressure, less stretching. A slight improvement. It was a relief to my back, anyway.

“Now bend over. Put your hands over your head.” She had one hand on the front of my pelvis pulling me back, and the other between my shoulder blades pushing me down. She positioned me over the cushions. I could hear her breathing harder. 

She took her hands off me. “Stay there.” I could hear buckle noises behind me. Then she began tugging on my tail and moving it around. “So hot …”

I exhaled and tried to relax. I knew what was coming.

“Ok baby. Take a deep breath.” I did, and she pulled the plug out, neither slow nor fast. As the widest part passed my sphincter I gasped and pulled away. The toy popped out.

“You’re not a stallion anymore. You’re a mare and I’m the stallion.”

“Wait, how does taking out my tail make me a mare? And I thought you were a cowgirl?”

“My fantasies aren’t required to be logically consistent.” She slapped my ass. “You keep trying to make clever remarks,  and I don’t think you mean to be a brat. You’re just trying to act like everything’s normal. But I’ve got you bent over our kitchen table and I’m about to fuck you with my horse cock.”

My anus tried to twitch closed and I realised it was open. She noticed.

“You’re gaping.” She stuck a finger in me and moved it around. “Don’t move.” Again she reached back and grabbed something from behind her. 

I didn’t even feel it go in but I felt what she did with it. Something squirted deep inside and I yelped. “What was that?”

“A lube shooter. I wanted to get it way inside you. With the size of this thing you’re going to need it.” She plopped something onto my lower back. It was heavy and reached above my kidneys. 

I cringed away. “Oh, baby, that’s never going to fit.” I hoped she was joking.

“We won’t know until we try. Now keep still.” With her toy still resting on me she squirted lubricant down its length, which dripped off, leaving a cold trail down my  spine. She rubbed the lube over her cock and smeared it on me.

She put her left hand on my cheek and inserted a thumb. “You’re still gaping. I’d like to wait until you close up so you can really feel me going in, but I can’t stand it.” She was nearly panting. She pulled me open with her thumb. “Ok baby. Here we go”

She didn’t need to have worried about me feeling it go in. It was massive. After the head popped in she removed her thumb. I was moaning. “Please, slow baby!”

She waited a while for me to adjust and then began pushing in. This wasn’t her feeldoe. It was thick and veined and I could feel every inch inside me, and every surface detail on my anus. I tried to relax and push out like she’d  told me the first time she’d pegged me but it didn’t help much.

She paused for a second and said, “I need you lower. Get down a bit.” I tried to spread my legs but her legs held my knees together, so I wound up with my feet spread aside, pigeon toed. Lowering myself that way gave her a better angle and also had the effect of spreading my cheeks slightly.

She said in one long breath, “Yes, baby …” She kept sliding in. It went on forever but eventually she bottomed out. She kept pushing anyway.

“Baby, no. There’s no more room!” I put a hand back to stop her but had to reach alarmingly far to reach her pelvis. She had inches left.

She put her hand on my wrist but didn’t move it. “Wriggle your ass baby.” She started squirming behind me. She was pushing gently.

My ass was already quivering but I tried to wiggle it a bit too. It felt like if she kept pushing she’d tear something inside. 

I was on the edge of using my safe word but then the feeling changed. It was like she’d turned a corner, and the remaining length slid inside. I was in a strange emotional state of confusion, submission, and something else that’s hard to describe. The love of being possessed by my lover? Do women usually feel this way during sex?

I relaxed and surrendered control, going limp. She noticed and put my resisting hand back over my head. Then she lay over my back, her body pressed against mine from knees to shoulders.

She slowly slid a hand from my neck to my scalp while kissing me between my shoulder blades. She whispered “You’re my brave boy.” With her other hand she rubbed down the side of my torso, my armpit to my hips. “Are you ok?”

I tried to talk but something was wrong with my brain. I managed a word. “Careful …”

“I’m going to be so careful, baby …”

She began fucking me slowly. The pain had turned to something else, and my consciousness went bye-bye. 

She fucked me for an indeterminate length of time while I lay beneath her, submissive and sessile. She put her hands on my head and turned it back and forth, kissing in different places. The nape of my neck, my jaw, my temple. I let her move me around like a doll.

Eventually she sped up, but not so much as with the ordinary feeldoe. And she must have reached down to play with herself, because she started making the sounds she makes before orgasm. I pushed back against her and rubbed into her groin. I’ve never felt so submissive to anyone. It made me happy in a way I’ve never felt before.

She got aggressive in the seconds before she came, and the pain became intense, but that too made me happy. She squirts when she comes, and she drenched my ass. For some reason that made me proud. 

She lay over my back with her fingers in my hair, rubbing me, breathing hard. I was beyond sensation, my body shuddering and my asshole clenching around her horse cock.

In a shaky voice she said, “That was the best ever, baby. I’m so proud of you for letting go like that.”

I still couldn’t really talk. I reached behind me and touched her sides. I let out a shuddering sigh.

“I’m going to take care of you now.” She pulled out of me leaving me feeling strangely empty. I heard her unbuckling her toy and it hitting the floor with a thump.

“Stay still. I’m going to clean you up.” She had the baby wipes at hand and gently cleaned the lube and come off my ass and legs. 

“You’re still gaping. Should I put a tampon in to keep you from leaking on the bed?” I twitched and felt my asshole close. 

“I was joking baby. Your ass has had enough use today. Can you get up now? I want to go to the bedroom.”

I tried to stand but my muscles were weak. She helped me up and put my arm around her neck. “Lean on me, baby.” She walked me to our bedroom and into our bed.It’s a soft bed and I sunk into it on my back.

She pulled off her boots and removed her clothes. She climbed into the bed next to me and sprawled across my body, hugging me with her arms and legs. “Are you ok?”

“This is subspace, isn’t it?”

“Yes, baby. Are you ok?”

“Just stay with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere. You’ve been ridden hard and put away wet.” Then her face changed and she said, “Wait! I almost forgot! I’ll be right back, I promise!” She jumped up and left the room.

I started feeling lonely immediately but she was back before it felt bad. She had a bowl with a spoon sticking out. “Sit up for me, baby.” 

I managed to sit up against the headboard. 

“Close your eyes.” I did. “Open your mouth.” I did.

She put a spoonful of something obviously ice cream into my mouth. I pulled it off the spoon, like you do.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. “That might be the best thing I’ve ever tasted. What is that?”

Her face was delighted. “Madagascar Bourbon Vanilla. The most expensive ice cream I could find on the internet.” She snuggled up to me and fed me another spoonful. “Only the best for my sweet baby.”

I felt an intensity of emotion I won’t even try to describe.

NSFW: yes

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