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The Stable
by kitn
Yet another of Kats Creations
The Stable
The day dawned bright, sunshine streaming through the window bathing her face in warmth. Opening her eyes she rolls over and looks at the clock a smile lighting her face as she jumps up and stretches. "Today is the day,” she thought as she headed off to the shower.
Entering her bedroom after her shower she begins rummaging for her Riding apparel when her phone begins to ring. Rushing to answer the phone her greeting a clipped "Yes?" the voice on the other end easily identifiable she listens. "No Sir My riding lesson is this Morning" pausing "Yes Sir i will be home on time" another pause as she listens "Yes Sir .. Goodbye" skipping back to her room dons her riding gear and leaves her home a smile on her face.
Arriving at the Stable her only thoughts those of her task at hand enters the barn unaware of being observed.
Moving down the aisle stalls lining both sides she pauses occasionally to pat this horse or scratch that one finally arriving at the stall she had started out for. The name plate on the stall reads Chippewa and inside is gorgeous pinto. Opening the stall and crooning to Chip she brings him into the aisle and crossties him there while retrieving the grooming items she would need.
Her observer grins as he watches the young woman cross tie the horse sits back on the bale of hay to watch her groom Chip for their ride.
After currying Chip and brushing out his mane and tail she retrieved his tack. Upon returning places the saddle upon his back crooning to him all the while little nonsense things more to soothe her than him. Hearing a rustling sound she turns around hanging the bridle on a peg leaves chip with a small pat on his nose and goes to explore.
Standing in the shadows not yet wishing to be found out he watches her movements become cautious but no less graceful.
Not having found anything unusual she returns to the horse and releases the cross ties, bending his head to her level bridles him, lastly placing her riding hat upon her head exits the barn for her lesson.
Emerging from the shadows he chuckles to himself and goes to inspect the cross ties. Simple really he thinks each length of chain ending in a swivel clasp smiling he removes the leather cuffs from his bag and attaches one to each cross tie knowing she would be the only one entering the barn later. Sidling back into the shadows resumes a position on the bales of hay so that he would remain unobserved until he chose to make his presence known. Setting his bag beside him, he watches the entrance to the barn where he can see her in the field beyond practicing a seated trot.
At the end of her allotted hour she dismounts and heads for the barn removing her hat along the way and wiping at the sweat on her brow. Patting Chip on his nose walks to the cross ties she previously used stopping dead in her tracks as she notices the additions to the ties. Swallowing she looks around cross tying Chip in the next undisturbed set after removing his bridle and placing his halter on, moves down the aisle stealthily looking for Him. "Sir" she calls out rather nervously.
Sitting on the bale of hay smiles into the shadows at her display of unease but remains where he is.
Becoming more nervous she returns to the horse knowing her responsibilities to him, removing his saddle becoming more nervous as the time crept by. Replacing the tack in the supply room, returns with a rag to dry his flank before releasing the ties and returning Chip to his stall.
Watching her enter the stall he rises his time at hand and creeps down the aisle to stand behind the stall door her collar in hand.
Feeding Chip the last of his carrots and crooning a few more words she exits the stall her back to the door as she reaches out to swing it shut.
Stepping from behind the door to her back he reaches out with ease collaring her as she is startled into stillness. "Good afternoon Slave" he whispers in her ear having secured the collar with the small lock. "Good afternoon Sir" her unsteady reply. "Shut the door slave" she responded by obeying the command the small click audible in the stillness as her leash is attached "Walk this way Slave" he moves of in the direction of the modified cross ties. Head lowered she follows. Silence prevails though the occasional snort or stomping of an equine foot could be heard as he worked, cuffing first one wrist then the other before moving to the barn door shutting it against intrusion and bolting it. The sound of the bolt sliding home startling her into looking up the aisle, watching him approach with a smile on his face.
Retrieving his bag from the shadows kneels in front of her as he cuffs her ankles each in its turn then surprising her further by attaching the spreader bar spreading her legs to their limits. Satisfied for the moment rises to walk around her.
"Kelly, You do look wonderful in these pants" he reaches down for his bag "But I want to see you naked." and so saying proceeds to cut them from her body, pleased that she had not worn any underwear. Standing there, her arms and legs spread taught he admires the view. "Time to remove your blouse Kel" proceeding to cut that from her body as well leaving her chest covered only by her sports bra. "Very nice indeed" he reaches out pinching her nipples wrenching a gasp of pain from her lips.
"Be right back” He strides down the aisle to the tack room rummaging through the leather accessories to be had there.
Secured to the cross ties as she was she inhaled deeply to still her trembling body listens to him in the tack room growing more apprehensive as time passes without his return. "Master" she called out her grey eyes wide with fear of being caught here. "Master where are you?" Chafing at her wrist cuffs trying in vain to release herself, working up a light sweat as she watches him emerge finally.
In his hand a bridle with
a small bit obvious to you a pony's bridle along with several old leather
reins. A broad smile splitting his face as he sees her gaze wander
to the bridle.
"You like it?" he chuckles
stopping in front of her "I figure with one or two minor adjustments in
the length of the leather we could have a nice bit gag" He runs the bit
under the nearby faucet to clean off the dust. She watches fearfully.
Walking back to her commands "Open up Darlin" holding the bit in front of her mouth in much the same way she had earlier to Chip. Parting her lips reluctantly her teeth following he gently places the bit in her mouth, stepping around behind her makes the necessary adjustments in length once he is satisfied he steps around to view his creation.
Running a length of the reins through his fingers watching her struggle against the bit, pleased that she is unable to remove it he takes a length of leather and approaches.
Smiling at her bound and nearly naked body, he takes the discarded drying rag and blindfolds her. Stroking his hands over her body, he ties a length of the leather around her hips snugly before taking a length of cotton rope from his bag. Securing it to the rear of the leather around her hips, before tying a knot in it that would rest against her clit when pulled snugly up to tie off at the front of the "belt"
Blinded by the rag and gagged by the bit she begins to squirm against the crotch rope as he stealthily moves around her silent as a cat, the stable covering up any noise he may have made. Inhaling the strong scent of leather and horse she relaxes slightly. Noting her relaxing posture he reaches out and rips the sports bra from her chest causing her heart to beat faster her body to tense but again he leaves her till she thinks he is gone and relaxes again.
Taking another of the leather lengths he begins slapping it against her legs, her boots nearly knee high protecting her calf but setting her body to trembling in anticipation of the strokes that were gaining height. Stopping just short of striking her flesh instead throwing the ends of the leather around her shoulders to drape across her breasts. Her nipples hardening at the touch of the leather he grasps the ends crossing them between her breasts and begins looping them tightly making them bulge against the leather. Pausing in his tying leans forward to kiss her nipples one at a time making them harder and more erect before he clamps them. Delighting in her moan her ties off the leather thereby securing her bulging breasts.
Listening closely she hears
him drag a chair over so he may sit and observe her bound body. After
what feels like an eternity he rises and retrieves her crop. "A beautiful
piece of leather work" she flinches as she hears it whistle through the
air. The next five strokes however land precisely as they are aimed
the inside of her thighs her ass cheeks, the fifth stroke landing squarely
on her pussy causing the knot of the crotch strap to tighten against her
clit. An involuntary moan escapes her lips as his hands follow the
welts left by the crop lovingly and gently. Her juices flow over the crotch
rope soaking the cotton fiber.
He moves to her chest pulling
on the nipple clams before adding a weight to each one causing new spasms
of pain to engulf her nipples. Before the pain subsides, he has removed
the crotch rope and thrust up into her in one mighty stroke.
Impaled as she was her whimpers of desire blending with her pain arches down as far as she is able to take more of her Master into her body causing her shoulders to pull painfully she matches him thrust for thrust till they both explode into an earth shattering climax.
Chest heaving her head dropping to her shoulder she pants trying to catch her breath. He steps back admiring her heaving breasts and pulls her nipples once more before dressing himself. Upon his return, he removes the leather from her waist replacing it with a more permanent chain. After adjusting her crotch strap to his satisfaction, he removes the blindfold and the gag leaning forward to kiss her gently, massaging her aching jaw with care. Moving lower he unwinds the leather binding her breasts leaving the nipple clamps on as he releases her ankles from the cuffs and the spreader bar allowing her to close her legs.
Rising he kisses her once more before releasing her from the cross ties wiping her sweat dampened hair from her brow leans forward and inquires mildly "When is your next lesson?" He hands her a bundle of clothing taken from her apartment and leaves her to dress while he packed up his cuffs.
When she has finished dressing
the only sign of their encounter the collar which he leaves on putting
his arm about her waist they exit her head bowed slightly a small smile
playing across her lips.
05.02.03