After our “ride” Furio allowed me to shower in the small bathroom in privacy and he cooked a hearty lunch for us. I was actually amazed just how good and skillful a cook this Italian male was. A part of me was still feeling such conflicted feelings inside. Yes, I found the handsome Furio attractive, and I also found him terrifyingly intimidating. But I honestly believed him, when he said if I cooperated, he would not harm me. So far any ‘mild’ harm that had been caused had been by my own not following his rules.
Then there was something so erotic about him that I could not quite fathom. The warm rich voice, the comforting manly scent of him and even the secret arousal when he had been astride my back riding me. Did I find it kind of weird/odd that he liked me to be his horse? Yes, but there was also something very strangely “freeing” about it as well.
I longed for his domination over me, and I also longed for that soothing trainer, the one who could caress me so tenderly and the soothing way his voice seemed to croon to me in his native tongue as he gentled me. Then there was that playful and contented look his eyes held when I was his horse. I sensed that he often showed me a side of him that no one else ever got to see, and a part of me felt honored that he would trust me with those emotions.
That night he hauled my mattress to his bedroom and added some additional sheets, pillows and comforters making it a comfy nest at the foot of his bed. I guess I was not too surprised to see the sturdy eyebolt in the floor near his bed.
“You have been such a good girl,” he said as he brushed his fingers lightly through my hair, “That you get to sleep here tonight. You see, you cooperate and you get many rewards. Is much better than being treated harshly, yes?” he quirked his head in his usual way. He fitted my collar and lock on, and the same strong logging chain attached from my collar and locked to the eyebolt at the foot of his bed, but as a reward he left my hands and feet totally untied. It’s not like I could go anywhere anyway. That night I had fitful dreams. Dreams of Furio riding astride my back, but in the dreams I was a fiery chestnut horse.
The next morning he allowed me to do my morning piss and hygiene in the bathroom but then immediately came in with the thinner training collar and slipped it around my neck, “We are starting early today, my cavallo.” he smiled. “We have much to do.” And then once the collar was buckled on he stopped speaking in English again.
He stood up away from me as he held the lead rope loosely in his hand and held his hand out. This time I came to him willingly and I could see the look of approval and happiness in his eyes as he snapped on the lead rope and caressed me gently. He lead me back outside to the training pen where he must have already set up many things earlier, for I saw many items hanging on the fence rails.
I noticed he had a small bag of some granola and tiny apple pieces, and he then grabbed what literally looked like a bridle for a human and walked back over to me. What was he up to now? What contraption was this? They made bridles for humans??
I snorted and tried to back up, as I pawed the ground nervously with my foot letting him know I did not like what was going on one bit. Once again he caressed and soothed me and began to feed me some of the small bits of treats. I nibbled the goodies from his large, smooth flat palm as he spoke to me, “Fermo, tranquillo” he said in a calm voice.
At first he held up the bridle allowing me to see it, sniff it and investigate it. As always when doing something new with me, he seemed to talk soothingly nonstop in Italian reassuring me that everything was Ok.
After a few minutes I was far more interested in getting the goodies he was handing out than the boring old bridle, and he then moved the bit into his other hand along with some treats. I knew he was going to slip that bit in my mouth with the treats, but with a soft resigned sigh I allowed him to. I trusted him.
It was a small bit, with a thickness of a pencil. The bit had some kind of almost silicone or rubber on it, but instead of tasting like bitter rubber, it had a pleasant apple taste to it. I mouthed the jointed snaffle bit, fiddling with it in my mouth as again his expert fingers quickly, easily and expertly strapped it on. Always, just as before, he was meticulous about making sure all the straps were even, not twisted and comfortable for me. The leather had the feel of fine broken in quality, with the familiar scent of mink oil and saddle soap that I was so used to from working around the horse farms. It was a comforting scent to me, and the bridle was not actually uncomfortable at all.
He took off the lead rope and attached long reins to the bridle that were at least 10 feet long. He led me over to a hitching post in the fence and tied me to it as he got that same lunging –training harness from yesterday. This time once he had it on; he threaded the long reins through the “D” rings on the shoulders. After putting on my ankle supports he took me to the middle of the ring where he grabbed two large driving-lunging whips. I already trusted him and knew he would not hurt me with these.
However it was nearing October and the air was cool and I was frisky. I danced around at the end of the reins, snorting and wanting to leap and buck and get excess energy out of me.
Furio just chuckled at my antics and gave me more rein as I tired myself out, but I could always feel him at the end of the line, a strong, powerful commanding presence that was attached to me. Finally he stood nearly 5 feet behind me and using the two large whips began to teach me what is called ‘ground work’. This is where a horse learns commands with a rider behind them instead of atop them. For nearly 2 hours solid we worked, I quickly learned that “destro” meant to turn right, “sinistro” meant turn left. A soft ‘cluck’ of his tongue meant ‘go’. He used the long whips more as guides than anything else. When I was learning the turns he would say “destro” and pull to the right while using the whips to guide me in the direction he wanted me to go. Again he schooled me in the ‘gaits’ as well, the walk, trot and canter. I had forgotten what the command for canter in Italian had been, but with a hard shake of the reins and a soft tap on my ass with the whip at the trot quickly moved me to the gait he wanted.
“Alt, alt…” he finally said and pulled up on the reins. He led me over to a bucket where I was allowed to drink my fill of nice clean water, and he once again tied me to the fence as he now began to switch out to a different harness. This one was much more heavier, with more straps and stronger rings on it, as well as padding in the shoulders. I turned my head and watched him a few times or occasionally stamped my foot in impatience, but not so much at him. As always he would just chuckle or give me a playful swat on the butt, which made me move back over and settle down.
After putting on the heavier harness, he gathered the long reins and led me out of the pen towards the back of the small shack where his car sat. There my eyes fell upon a small two wheeled cart. I almost couldn’t believe it!
I snorted and pulled back on the reins, but the bit quickly caught on my upper teeth, wrenching my head back down and his strength was unbelievable. I was going no where.
“Calmarsi, tranquillo.” He quickly gentled and settled me with both his voice and also that strength of his.
This time he gently pulled my head around to face him, and right up against his powerful chest. He just kept petting and soothing me, as I breathed deeply of his warm scent, feeling the heat and power of him. His large hands came up and soothed my neck, my cheek as he whispered some words in my ear in Italian. Soon, unconsciously I was almost leaning into him, wanting more of that soothing touch, wanting to please him. He slipped me another slice of apple and led me to the cart.
I allowed him to hook me between the shafts, and trembled only when my hands were restrained and hooked to the cart themselves, but again his voice centered me, and I trusted my trainer.
It was both erotic and almost terrifying when I finally felt his weight get onto the sulky. Was he going to actually drive me around up here? Out in the open, down the roads? What if someone saw us? A few times when he had been bending down securing straps I had caught glimpses of that 9mm he carried on his person, so I almost prayed no one would see us. I didn’t want to know what ‘Fooor-Eee-Oh’ would do if someone got to nosey or interfered in his business. Somehow I didn’t think it would be pretty.
However before I could contemplate things further, I heard the sharp cluck from his tongue, “Andare!” his voice barked as he slapped the reins against my shoulders. I must have hesitated too much because he commanded again, “Passo!” and that fast I felt the buggy whip give a quick whap to my bare ass. I nearly squealed in surprise and lurched forwards into the harness. I knew that word ‘passo’ was to walk, and obviously he did not like me taking to long on commands he knew I already knew.
My muscles tightened and pulled as I got that cart moving with his nearly 190 lbs of weight. Once it began moving pulling it was actually quite easy. “Sinistro” he pulled the rein left and actually began heading me towards that dirt path.
At first I was so self conscious pulling that cart with him down the path, but after about 15 minutes I was just so content to enjoy the cool fall air, the vast forest and scenery around us that I just forgot this whole crazy scenario…Forgot I was naked in harness, walking and trotting as a horse down a dirt path pulling this man in a cart.
Every once in a while he would talk to me, or even caress me lightly with the whip as though it was his fingers caressing my body. “Molto bene, cavallo.” He often chuckled.
On the way home he seemed totally contented as he whistled some tune to himself and allowed me to either walk to trot back to the house. I did note that the whole time we were out and about there was nothing but forest and wilderness, not even a sign of another human or civilization. I knew if I did ever try and escape that it would be very easy to get lost in the New Jersey Pine Barrens. Obviously he had looked long and hard for this ultra secluded spot.
We finally pulled up back to the shack; he was already swinging down off the sulky before I even stopped. Just as carefully as he strapped me in, he gently and efficiently unstrapped me from the cart and took off the harness, enjoying the sight of my body coated in sweat from working. He led me back to the pen and he actually just let me wander around inside and drink water as he hung up the harnesses and gathered some other items. I was so thirsty I was not even paying to much attention to him until he came back to my side and I noticed he had what looked like knee pads and wrist braces. I glanced at his eyes and saw a look that was both playful but also filled with lust and passion. I knew what was coming, and even strangely, I wanted it as much as he did.
I stood passively by as he slipped on the knee pads, and then gently slipped on the wrist braces. He looked at me and nodded once, and then he nimbly took off the long 10’ reins from my bridle and attached a much shorter set. These actually were only about 4 feet long and attached in the middle, English style. He let the reins drape on my shoulders as he walked over to the fence and began to slowly undress.
I could not help myself as I stood there watching him shrug out of his flannel shirt, shoulder holster, then his T-shirt. His body was solid and well muscled, with a thick covering of hair on his chest that trailed down his stomach. Kicking off his boots, he undid his jeans sliding them off as well. Already I could see a bulge in his dark grey briefs. He did not seem self conscious in anyway as he stripped in front of me, and if anything seemed genuinely amused at my shocked, and aroused expression. I could already feel my nipples tightening and an aching down between my legs. He slid his underwear off, and I could tell he was well endowed indeed. His cock was only half tumescent, and already it was thick and heavy, his pubic area covered in a thick pelt of hair.
He grabbed a small bottle of oil and walked over to me. “Giu.” He said and gently pulled the reins down. I also well remembered that command from yesterday and now obediently sank down to my hands and knees. He trickled some of that oil on his palms and then briefly rubbed it into my back, making a nice slippery surface for him to ride on.
Gathering the reins, he stood astride me and lowered his weight onto my bare back. Skin, touching skin, I could feel his weight beginning to press into me, bending my back beneath him as his ass cheeks splayed out across my back. Gently he slid side to side and back and forth a moment as if totally enjoying the feel of me beneath him, and I could tell he was. His cock was already growing harder, and I could feel the weight of his heavy balls upon my back.
I went to begin to walk with him atop me, and he quickly and almost harshly pulled those reins up, my head twisting upwards at the strength of him pulling my head back, causing my back to bend even more beneath him.
“Ah! Cattivo!” he harshly chastised me, “Fermo!” he actually raised up some and then slammed his weight on my back, punishing me with his ass. I grunted beneath him as his weight slammed down on me. I knew ‘fermo’ meant stand, and he had not given me permission to move forward.
He was showing his dominance over me, and I was finding it totally erotic, it’s almost as if I wanted to test him, to force him to control me. Again I tried to grab the bit in my teeth and now almost tried to arch my back like a cat and leap forward as if bucking.
His muscular thighs clamped on around my ribs and he squeezed, HARD! I almost thought he was going to crack a rib, but before I could contemplate things further, he had wrenched up my head again until it was bent nearly backwards up against his muscular stomach. “No! Cattivo!” he growled and he thrust his hips forward driving his weight harshly into me. He gave me a reprieve from crushing my ribs and again put his feet on the ground and now began to slam and pound into my back almost as if he was trying to flatten me into the ground. SLAP! SLAP! Over and over I could hear and feel his ass cheeks and weight slamming into me, I could also feel him getting more and more aroused each time he dropped roughly astride me.
I tried to move backwards, to twist out from under him, but he was far too skillful and once again picked up his feet so his full weight was on me. He was growling something cruelly in Italian, and now he suddenly gave my head its freedom and slapped my ass, hard, urging me forward.
I began crawling on all fours with him on my back as he rode me easily; in fact he kept actually pushing me to move faster. Just like a naughty horse who wants to buck and run, he was going to have me do it until I was beyond exhausted and in total submission beneath him, we both knew it. After about 10 minutes of crawling around with him atop me, I was close to collapsing. A few times I had tried to stop, had tried to let him know he had won, but his heels had kicked my thighs or his hand had harshly slapped my ass, and I knew if I refused him to much he would get a riding crop and lash me with that.
Sweat was pouring off me, my muscles were trembling in exhaustion and I truly felt I was about to collapse beneath this rider who was far too skillful to be thrown or tricked.
Finally he reined me in with a curt, “Alt.”
I was so thankful to finally just be not moving, that my head drooped forward, my back bent in an exhausted “U” beneath him. He chuckled a moment, but it was not the usual lighthearted chuckle. Instead it was a sound of both dominance and yet arousal at his dominance over me. He was letting me get my wind back, and he just sat fully on me now, occasionally sliding back and forth or side to side as my whole body swayed beneath him. His cock had remained hard the whole time he had rode me, and I had to give him credit for his restraint in not cumming. I suddenly felt one of his fingers reach boldly behind him and into my pussy. It was slick with arousal; and he knew with total certainty then that I was just as aroused by his dark games as he was. I seemed to wilt in submission even more and he now once again loosened the reins and allowed his cock to nestle right in the natural groove of my back. I knew he was going to use me as his saddle, was going to dominate me fully with his weight.
Furio once again grabbed me by the shoulders and now he decided to humiliate me even more, by sitting on me in all kinds of positions. First he put his legs straight out past my arms as he leaned back, grinding his ass into me. He would sit like that a few minutes and then he would switch positions, next he actually began to slowly and methodically slide his ass up and down my back from shoulders to my ass, almost as if marking me as his. At one point he slid all the way up so he was sitting on my shoulders almost on the back of my neck, and I could feel his aroused cock against the back of my skull, the weight of him pressing me firmly in place. Somehow I knew if I were to collapse beneath him, he would humiliate and ride me even harder, and I did want to please him as I was finding my own body beginning to nearly thrum with arousal.
Almost as if reading my mind, he slid back down to the center of my back, and slid back and forth, his ass cheeks splaying fully across me as he reached back and once again dipped his finger into my hot cunt and began to rub my aching clitoris. I practically shivered in gratitude beneath him, wanting him to bring me off with his finger, wanting him to use my body to masturbate on. He gave me a few moments of blissful pleasure, but as soon as he felt me arch my back as if ready to orgasm he stopped. I groaned in misery beneath him, and again he gave that dark, dominant chuckle.
He wiped his finger which was coated in my own lustful juices on my own back as he now hooked his legs behind my legs, as if bracing himself and allowing his full weight to ride me as he used me.
I braced myself beneath him, as I once again felt him begin to grind himself into the natural saddle of my back. I could feel his muscular ass cheeks pumping atop me as he sat deeply and thrust against me. His thighs gripped my slick sides, as his ass and cock easily slid against my well oiled back. I could almost swear I felt his balls become heavier and tighter as he now began to almost viciously grind and rock atop me, arousing himself on me, masturbating on me. I was just his saddle, his toy to be used however he wanted. He had found the perfect rhythm that pleased him and I could hear his breathing growing more ragged and deeper, the muscles tightening from his ass down through his thighs as his orgasm was getting ready to come over him.
This whole thing was so fucking sexy and mind blowing, the thought of this man grinding and masturbating all over me, out here in this horse pen, using me as his steed and fuck saddle, that I could feel my own orgasm wanting to shake me.
He came then, riding, grinding and pumping on my back as I felt his hot seed erupting from his cock onto my naked back. He was cursing and swearing now in Italian, and his tone was so damn arousing. Still his powerful hips and ass thrust against me, driving into the natural curve of my back. I knew my muscles were about to give, that I was beyond exhausted and could no longer hold him up. With a dark snort he got off me a moment and said in English, “You are broken, you are mine. I have rode you into submission.” and he again suddenly dropped down heavily atop me.
I dropped like a lead weight with him still astride me as I was now flat on my stomach with him still sitting on my back, crushing me into the dirt. I could tell he was not done with me yet, and that thought aroused me even more. He sat there a few minutes, just sitting astride me letting me feel the power of his weight and dominance of me, and then he unfolded his legs straight out so he was sitting with his full weight on my back. He slid up on my back and began to coat his ass cheeks with his own cum, and then began to slide down my back, coating me with his own mess, letting me know I was totally his.
“That’s it, that’s it. Let me feel you.” He was back to speaking English to me as he began to grind himself into me again, using his own cum as a lubricant. This time however he reached behind me and once again ordered my legs apart so he could seek out my pussy with his finger. I was more than happy to obey him fully!
Since I was laying on the ground now, with his full weight on me, it was a lot more uncomfortable than if I would have been on all fours. I could feel my ribs bending under his weight and ass as he continued to ride and grind into me and at the same time began to pleasure me with his finger. “Maybe next time you no get rebellious, eh?” he said, “Maybe next time you be a good cavallo, then I no have to break and crush you into submission.”
His words only fueled my arousal more and I felt his body fully responding to him.
“You want to cum, cavallo, then you do so while I crushing you beneath me. Feel me ride you as you cum for me. I am your true master and trainer, you have no other.”
His words, the tone of his voice, his finger that was rubbing my pussy so well was sending me over the edge. I clamped the bit in my mouth and arched beneath him as he pumped and ground and rode on my back, and indeed he literally rode me as I orgasmed, feeling my muscles spasming and bunching in power and pleasure beneath his ass cheeks.
“Enough for you my horny mare...” He finally said withdrawing his finger and harshly driving his weight into me for good measure. “I no want to spoil you yet, eh?”
He stood up and motioned me to stand as well. I was shaky with exhaustion and arousal and the natural weakness that comes after an intense orgasm. One of his powerful arms reached down and effortlessly helped me up, and when I glanced in those eyes, I again saw them pleased and gentle. His fingers undid the collar from my throat, thus giving me back the power of my speech, allowing me to be human again. This time he actually pulled my head towards him and kissed me gently on the top of my head, “That was so very special, my little one.” He said. “Now is time for me to take care of you, let you know how well you did.” He gathered up his clothes and gun and we walked inside, where he filled up the bathtub with warm water and soap and literally bathed me gently by hand as one would a horse. The sponge and his fingers exploring every inch of my body as he often mumbled to himself of how beautiful I was… “Bellissimo,” he kept saying, “molto bello.”
After the bath he took me into his bedroom where he put me on his bed and gave me a soothing massage with some warming massage oil as he worked all the soreness and kinks out of my muscles. “I not choose wrong.” He said as we both redressed and he went to cook some lunch, “I will take very good care of you my little one.”