In websites and online articles, a number of advertisements were taken out. There were two kinds, one for FemDoms and the other for slaves. Each made it clear this was for a kinky sex and no strings attached facility where secret passions could be indulged with willing partners.
FemDoms, Ladies, are you missing out? Are you unable to have sex with your clients because that breaks the dynamic? Is no one at home to give that feeling of satisfaction and relief you need?
We have the perfect solution waiting for you in our stables.
The slaves of the ‘FemDom Riding Academy’ exist to serve the needs of FemDoms wanting satisfaction with no strings attached.
Calling all naughty girls and boys. Do you dream of being the mere plaything for a beautiful FemDom Mistress? Have you tried BDSM but the sex is missing, the intimacy not there? Do you dream of a no strings FemDom with benefits, an experience where her pleasure is the only goal? Will she grant you relief, or will she leave you for the next FemDom to use strictly for her pleasure?
Applications from experienced slaves only. References and a screening session will be required. Only virile, athletic and capable slaves need apply.
Michael Makes Contact
Michael emailed his BDSM resume to the admin email address of The Riding Academy then waited nervously. Supplying a photo of himself from front and side angles as well as full body normally clothed was a concern but his application would be rejected without it they said.
The whole thing sounded totally excessively exciting to him. He’d been into BDSM for a few years now, was single, and loved every moment of it. His last relationship had ended badly and now he was of the opinion that forming a relationship outside of BDSM was a non starter. They just didn’t get the idea.
The problem was sex. He liked it very much, had little trouble getting it via Tinder and dating sites, but it felt so superficial and had got rather mechanical and boring. Vanilla sex could be lovely but the thought of BDSM sex was something that was just pulling so hard he couldn’t ignore it.
Trying BDSM sex as a ‘plaything’ did sound exciting for a change.
The following day he got a phone call, not an email which surprised him. The woman calling herself ’The Riding Mistress’ asked so many questions about him, his life, his sexual experience and BDSM preferences it felt vastly intimate and daunting. ‘If you want the position, we need to know these things. Our clients demand experience and performance. We make sure our clients are matched up with compatible slaves,’ which excited him yet again. She finished off with, ‘We will email you after we have checked your references and given your application and responses proper consideration.’
Nothing arrived the next day. Nor the one after that but on day three after the call he got an email; ‘Your application has been approved. You must submit to a screening session. No sexual relief for 1 week before is required. You may get relief on the day, it depends on your performance and on the FemDom or FemDoms. On the day you will submit to at least one FemDom for evaluation for ongoing positions.’ After that was a user name and password for him access a login on of their website to make a reservation and manage his preferences. It was all very professional.
He spent a nervous half hour updating everything then accessed the calendar, found a time and date that suited him then made the reservation. It was for two hours, not the normal one and it laid out the ground rules again. Everything was very much what he would have expected but the no sexual relief, no intimate touching, no indulging in porn for the week prior was a change from the normal professional bookings he made.
He presented to the Riding Academy at the appointed time then entered. The woman behind the reception desk was clearly a dominatrix. The leather skirt, corset, choker collar and cap were a dead give away. After confirming his name and appointment, she took him through a door to a small change room that had a shower and racks of lockers for clothes. ’I am the Riding Mistress,’ she said firmly to him,
Then, equally firmly, ’Strip, put all your clothes into the locker, shower and rinse your mouth then wait.’ She was certainly brusque and direct.
He did just that by putting his clothes into a locker then had a quick shower. After drying off then a double rinse with mouthwash he sat naked on the bench and waited.
Not long later the Riding Mistress returned carrying some hear. ‘All your visits will have your wrists bound, you’ll be collared with a lead, usually a blindfold and gagged. You’ll be left in the stables for the mistresses to select and use unless you have a booking from them. It’s up to the mistresses who use you to release you from any bondage, or none at all. They may want oral then give you some corporal or bondage, all or nothing. It’s up to them. They may just want a cuddle in a bed, or oral, or full service or any and all. You won’t have a choice.’
‘Yes mistress,’ he said quietly.
With that she slapped his face from one side to the other, not hard, but it surprised the hell out of him. ‘Address me as Riding Mistress.’
‘Yes Riding Mistress, sorry Riding Mistress,’ he said quickly. She certainly was strict.
‘Better,’ she said, then she strapped the wide leather collar round his neck and attached, then, ‘stand,’ she said as she pulled on the lead.
He stood then she firmly buckled wide leather cuffs round his wrists then connected them behind his back. ‘Follow,’ she said as she led him out of the change room.
“Normally you’ll be gagged and blindfolded. You may never see the stables again, or you might. It all depends on the mistress who uses you.’ She led him out of the change room, across a small concrete corridor then into a much larger room. It had bench seats along the walls, a large screen television, a media center and a kitchenette. ‘This is the stable where we keep slaves before they are used. When you get a booking, you’ll be led in here then parked on a bench waiting for the mistress to use you. She’ll come in then do as she wishes. Usually you’ll be led out of the room and into play room and all the time you’ll probably be blindfolded.’
She led him to a bench seat then he saw on the wall a large ring. ‘Sit’ she said, which he did. She ran the lead up to the ring then clipped it there. ‘You will always be in bondage as you wait for mistress, then she added after a moment and with a smile, ‘or mistresses plural.’
‘Last chance,’ she said, ‘do you consent to be used sexually, given corporal punishment, put into bondage for your time here. Say yes Riding Mistress or no Riding Mistress. This is your last chance to back out. After this we will have a training session if you say yes Riding Mistress. Speak now.’
He looked at the Riding Mistress in the leather gear and in bondage like he was, the whole idea, the whole concept still hugely attractive. ‘Yes please Riding Mistress, I consent.’
‘Good,’ she said. ‘This is how you’ll be left.’ After saying that she went to a table then collected a fist full of strappy looking gear. Returning he saw the ball gag, ‘Open’ she said just before she put it into his mouth and strapped it in tightly. Then the blindfold came next and then seconds later he felt something wrap his ankles. She’d strapped them together with a belt he found when he tried to move them.
He jumped when her hand found his cock and gripped it, then he got an instant erection as she ran her hand up and down its length, feeling his cock all over, running her hands along it. At the same time she must have pushed her chest into his face as he smelled her up close, the scent of woman, perfume and leather all mixing, getting into his brain through his nostrils as she fondled his cock, making his erection even harder. He sat in bondage unable to move or say anything.
‘Get used to being a sex object,’ she said quietly into his ear. Then she continued to run her hands over him for a few minutes, his erection now painfully hard. With a last tweak to his cock making him jump, Wait,’ she said then he heard her footsteps departing, the door open then close, then he heard her footsteps receding into the distance.
He sat bound and gagged with the blindfold cutting his sight off. He sat quietly with his erection going down slowly but still desperate for attention, feeling the straps around his wrists and ankles and then running his tongue over the ball gag in his mouth. He tried to move but found he was bound rather well. He could probably stand up but with the lead clipped to the wall he wouldn’t be able to move far and most likely he’d fall over anyway. So he sat quietly and listened.
As he sat and listened he waited, but time seemed to pass differently. He had only the bondage to feel and the ball gag to suck on so he had no idea how long he was there. Being naked and in bondage like that really was a buzz for him though, he was really quite enjoying it.
Time stretched and stretched until at last he heard multiple footsteps in the distance approaching then the door open. It was obviously at least one woman and maybe more from the sound of the voices. They were talking quietly, so quietly he struggled to hear, then he heard sounds coming from the other side of the room then he smelled it, coffee. He’d seen a machine so they must have made themselves a cup, then the heard them approach.
He felt the bench seat move slightly then he felt a woman sitting on either side of him and again his erection woke up. He was in bondage between two mistresses then. That was as kinky as he could want and with the passing seconds his erection got harder and harder.
‘Interesting,’ said a woman on one side quietly then he felt a soft hand take his cock which felt fantastic. The scent and the feel of being fondled was doing his head in. The the other woman said ‘usable’ from the other side as he felt a hand moving up and down his chest, ‘not bad. Lets play.’
He felt the strap around his ankles release, then the women stood and seconds later his lead was tugged making him stand. ‘Follow,’ one said.
They led him out of the room then into the corridor, his feet feeling the change from carpet to concrete. Then a short walk later they entered another room, his feet standing on carpet again.
They led him into the room then stopped him with a hand on his chest.
‘I feel like corporal,’ said one, and the other woman sighed, ‘and I want a come. Do me first then we can both do some corporal and then we can go again.’
The woman wanting corporal sighed also, then, ‘OK,’ as he felt his lead pulled so he followed but only two steps. ‘Kneel,’ said a woman so he did. When his knees were on the carpet he felt his legs strapped together again then he felt a woman close in front of him then he sensed movement, something happening then he heard her sit, possibly on a chair or bed.
Nothing happened for a few moments but he heard clothes rustling then a hand unstrapped the ball gag. ‘Lick me good,’ was the command as hand gripped his head pulling him forward and down. In a moment he smelled then felt a woman’s crutch then with his head held firmly it was positioned right where she wanted it.
He had never minded giving head, he suspected it was all part of being submissive, and this time it was certainly all of that. He licked, he tongued, he moved his face up and down as he pleasured the woman. She gripped his head to move him for her pleasure which he could feel was rising quickly.
It didn’t take long till he felt her quivering, her thighs and crutch reacting strongly and moving against his face as he worked her.
Then there was a loud ‘crack’ as his bent over butt was given a hard stroke of something, something like a strap or a belt. It wasn’t as sharp and deep as the cane or tawse and not as broad and thuddy as a prison strap.
He gasped loudly into the pussy his face was pulled into. This had an effect on the woman being licked, she gasped, ‘oh God yes, give him some more of my belt, I want to gag him with my pussy. Strap him hard. Make him shout into me,’ and with that the pressure on his head increased as he was pulled forward.
He responded as much as he could, thrusting his tongue deep inside her, running it up and down as best he could, finding her little clit and twiddling while all the time the other mistress strapped him. Soon the cracks of leather on his butt were echoed by the cries of a woman climaxing, her hips and thighs shaking like in an earthquake, her hands holding his head against the crutch that was wide open and wanting attention.
‘Ohh, that was good,’ he heard the woman in front of him say.
‘Lets give him some proper corporal, a proper strapping then the cane,’ said the woman behind him.
With that his head was released then he felt arms lifting him and ‘Up,’ one said. He stood on slightly wobbly feet because they were strapped together but that didn’t last long. He felt his wrists released then raised and with a light tinkling, they were clipped to something above him, a suspension bar he thought.
He heard a slight noise then his arms were pulled up till he was standing tall, almost but not quite on tip toe.
As he stood in bondage and with the taste of the woman in his mouth, his erection was raging again, poking out in front.
‘Oh look’ said the woman he guessed he’d had his face into, ‘I think he likes this. Go on, get into it,’ she said egging her companion on.
Seconds later his butt blazed again with a loud crack, this time the strap landing a lot harder and pushing him forward a little. This time the strap felt different, more stingy and less thuddy than the previous strapping making it more difficult to take.
This set the pace for the next few minutes. The woman behind him gave him a heavy strapping, the leather cracking down every few seconds but he got a surprise. The woman in front moved closer and closer so she was bumping against him when he got a hard stroke. Then with one stroke that was particularly hard his naked body was against her and that made his erection throb even more.
Then to his surprise, the woman in front fully embraced him, her body fully against him with her head to one side. ‘I’ve never had a man strapped when we cuddle,’ she said as her body was against his. ‘I’m kind of liking it,’ she added.
He found it remarkably erotic to feel and to smell the woman in bondage while under discipline. It was hugely erotic with her scent in his face as the strap slammed down on his butt. Her saying it was her belt only just made it better as he imagined her wearing it then taking it off, doubling it over then using it.
He felt a movement then the gag was loosened then removed. ‘Kiss me,’ she said then he had a face full of woman kissing his brains out.
As the strap landed. Slamming against his butt and the occasional stroke on the tops of his thighs his gasps went into the woman’s mouth, her tongue working on his, her mouth taking his shouts as she gagged him with her tongue.
Again it was incredibly erotic.
The woman behind him was giving him her all with the strap, his butt was blazing when the mouth left his, ‘Time out,’ said the woman in font, ‘I’ve got an idea.’
The woman left him for a moment then he heard some whispering. It didn’t last long then he heard something he couldn’t work out. But when she gripped his cock then rolled a condom into it, he recognized that well enough.
‘Lets see how this works,’ she said into his ear, raising his hopes for a fuck which was incredibly appealing right now.
Then the woman was embracing him again and with ‘Kiss me deep,’ her hand went onto his cock then it was guided into her warm wet tunnel sending him sky high as she moved forward and embraced him. Then he was deep tongue kissing her as she moved forward onto his cock, taking its full length till they were butted against each other, her crutch gripping his length tightly. She rolled her hips a little, moving him slightly, shifting against him to get it just right, taking pleasure from the feeling of cock deep inside her.
‘I’ve missed that feeling she whispered,’ with her arms around him locked in a deep kiss.
He gasped into her mouth as he felt his spunk rising. The woman felt that too, ‘Time for the cane, nice and hard, cool him down,’ she said beside his ear to the other woman as she gripped him tight and stopping any movement.
Seconds later his butt blazed incandescent as a line of fire crossed it. It could only be the cane from something as painful as that making him move and gyrate in the sting. That had two effects he found. First of all the movement made his cock move in and out of the woman in front but the immense sting and heat from the cane stroke also brought him back from coming, the mixed emotions prolonging the fuck.
‘One pump per stroke,’ she said into his ear which was something new and something wonderful he was thinking. He’d be caned for fucking, as he fucked. Then she added, ‘Try not to come,’ she said which he thought just about impossible with his cock right up her.
The woman in front moved her hips back so his cock retreated from her, then she slammed herself forward onto him, his cock exploding in pleasure from the thrust as she kissed him deeply, her tongue swirling against his and her full body sending tremors of pleasure through all of him.
Then there was the shrill sound of cane through the air and the sharp crack of it landing on his butt giving him an electrifying jolt of pain making him quiver. He’d been on planet fuck and immersed in it when the cane on his butt brought him back. The woman was now holding him tight, holding him close, her pussy gripping the length of his cock as the pain made him tremble but she wasn’t moving at all, gripping him tightly.
‘Yes,’ she gasped then, ‘that was good,’ she said into his ear, then she moved back and forward to fuck him hard. ‘Again,’ she said then her tongue was in his mouth as she gripped him tight, moved her hips away from him then slamming forward. The pump of her hips revived his cock and made him needy for release.
Seconds later the cane whistled then cracked and again he responded in the same way, quivering and shaking with the deep pain and that sent his cock moving and vibrating. The mistress in front gripped him tight. Only her tongue moved in his mouth silencing him as her arms wrapped him holding him tight and fully inserted into her but not moving her hips at all. As the cane stroke made his butt blaze, his cock twitched inside the woman but without the friction of movement he was brought from the edge of the massive come that was right in front of him. It took all his concentration not to push his hips back and forwards frantically to fuck her into blasting off a load into the condom.
Has he stood, the tongue moved around in his mouth then she lifted her face off and whispered, ‘If you can’t hold back, tell me. My friend wants a ride,’ and that did his head in. A threesome was not something he’d thought all that much about but with two dominatrices and in bondage with corporal it was the most erotic thing he could think of.
As she said that his cock twitched inside her again, then her tongue was in his mouth, her hips went back and forward in a delicious deep fuck that terminated in yet another swish and crack of the cane.
He was fucked senseless with the only reason he didn’t come being the hard strokes of the cane but he couldn’t take any more without coming.
After just eight hip thrusts and cane strokes he had to pull back and say, ‘Mistress I’m about to come,’ as he kept his cock out of her. Just one more hip thrust and it would be all over.
The woman let him go after a quick kiss on the lips, ‘Good boy,’ she said. Then, ‘I’ll just give you a crisp six of the best for that otherwise it would have been two dozen.’
So saying she moved away then nothing seemed to happen for a few moments till there was the swish of the cane and again his butt bladed. ‘Yahhh,’ he said in a long loud grunt.
‘Oh,’ said one of the women quietly, then seconds later the ball gag was back in his mouth, ‘perhaps that one shouldn’t count,’ she said from in front of him.
‘I quite agree,’ said the woman behind him. ‘Lets start again. Nice and hard.’
With that he got a six of the best caning, a best of breed he thought. Each stroke made him put his head back and stiffen, grunt into the gag and raise onto his toes. There was a delay of a dozen seconds or so and then the cane would whistle to crack down hard.
When it was over the mistress was behind him, whispering into his ear quietly, ‘That’s your reward for not coming. This is my reward for letting you not come.’ He felt a hand run over his chest for a moment as she stroked him, then up to his face. ‘By belt,’ she said quietly.
There was a small delay as he heard movement behind him, then nothing for a few moments, then a loud crack just before his thighs just below his butt blazed. It wasn’t as deeply cutting as the cane, he could feel that, but it sure did sting so it must be her belt then.
Then only seconds later the belt returned to the same place, then again and again till he’d had six in this painful spot. Each stroke had lifted him more and more into his toes as it got in, the leather cracking down loudly.
Then there was a pause for moment, then the belt returned to a new place on his thighs, lower and suddenly painful. This repeated, time and again for six hard strokes, a moment of delay, then another six lower down till the whole of his thighs were burning hot and stinging like mad.
The mistress was right behind him again, and into his ear as her body was against him, ‘How was that? Did It take the heat out of that cock and put it into your thighs. How about we get you ready for my friend.’
With that he heard footsteps and running water. Seconds later something cold wrapped his cock quickly taking it down to be just a little erect. Fingers moved over it then the condom was removed, and a hand ran over it gently, then wanked him a little quickly stiffening him up. He gasped into the ball gag, pushed his hips forward but the hand left him, leaving him shaking slightly in his need.
There was a moment of sound then he felt the hand return and again he felt a condom put onto his cock. The other woman smelled different to the first, and this time she was against him. Into his ear she whispered, ‘We’ll put you onto the bed then I can ride you properly. Remember, don’t come unless I let you.’