Escape

Sally was the last mare that Bart's father, Hank, had bought for his Wyoming farm. She really wasn't a great mare, despite her fiery red mane she was really devoid of spirit. Except for the womanly buttocks, she was still a slender girl of twenty. She had pulled carriages since her capture a year ago, until the day before Hank bought her. Then Hank decided to have her saddled up and see if she was a good mount.

Bart of course wouldn't miss the chance to be the first to mount her, to impart a first lesson of obedience. Many ranch hands came to watch this lesson, a taming under the expert hands of Bart till Sally would become almost an andaluse, her ass wiggle following exactly any whip tap that Bart with calm competence gave to the tender and sensitive parts of her body.

She went absolutely wild when she was branded. She hated it. So, during the morning's ride she reared up and escaped, with her rider, a customer of the ranch, left behind.

Hank didn't care too much, as the mare was already branded. In his opinion, hunger wouldn't allow her to wonder too far away from the farm, so he was waiting till somebody brought her back.

After some days, we still didn't have any news of Sally, so Hank decided to catch her. He gathered some good cowboys around him and promised Sally herself as gift to the winner of the search.

They left the ranch with all the tools needed, ropes, belts and a complete harness, with them Bart. Bart had become an excellent horse tamer. He had a kind of kink for female horses, he'd prefer the worst nag of a mare instead of the most beautiful stallion ever seen.

Meanwhile Sally stood hidden by an old abandoned ranch near the mountains, still bitted, blinkered, plugged and cuffed. Her only hope had been to find some food or some good souled human who could take care of her.

"I have to go back to the ranch." she thought. "Despite Bart, I don't have any other choice".

Bart had been harsh with her - he had placed a couple of blinkers on her headgear, a pair of long reins and a heavy colombian saddle. How brutally he mounted without giving her the time to understand who was her rider and what she was supposed to do.

It was a nightmare! I could see only a long dusty road in front of me. I was used to obeying the voice of my rider but he didn't say anything. Suddenly, an unexpected sting in my ribs, his spurs.

I couldn't hesitate and I started to gallop. As I ran, he yelled some different women's names, without any real meaning to me, and at the same time he lashed my neck with the long reins to keep up a good gallop pace. After a while I could only hear the rhythmic sound 'Clip clip clip clop … Clip clip clip clop' of my hooves.

He was probably a maniac, but I had to admit that he had quite a good confidence on horseback. I could feel even any minor vibration of his hands through the reins and bit directly on my gum. Even the under-tail belt was well positioned, with competence, tight enough to let me feel his bottom bouncing on the saddle directly on my asshole. He was a skilled rider, no doubt about that, but perhaps a little bit rough.

The long road at last became wider and we were facing a wonderful beach. I slowed down my pace, sure that he wanted to stop, but I didn't have the time to do even a single step when a new spur jab brought me again in line.

"What the hell is he doing? He wants me to swim?"

This time he didn't use hand vibrations to control me. Keeping the reins tight in his fists and using the bit as a lever, he made my head turn toward the beach side. Those blinkers were really effective.

Clearly, he just wanted me to gallop along the beach without breaking the pace. I started to feel his weight even more, so I tried to buck him off. But I did the wrong thing.

He got angry, he untied the riding crop from the saddle pommel and started to lash and spur me at the same time.

At the end of this beach race I was exhausted. I felt grateful to my rider to have decided to stop. Was I becoming stupid or was I looking for something good on that monster who was playing cowboy on me?

There was still a lot to ride back to the farm, but fortunately he just demanded a slow walk.

"Definitely a hard to please rider!"

My heavy breath kept my head down. At that height I could see the boots of my rider, some brown polo boots, really shiny - a contrast with my muddy leathers. The only other things I could see were some big western stirrups and the spur's small belts.

Finally he led me back to the paddock. This had been my very first experience with a rider. It was not pleasant. So two days later, when I found a chance to be free of Bart, I bolted and ran away.

Meanwhile, the cowboys were on the track of Sally. Even the father of Bart joined the group, so as to be able to catch Sally himself, and offer her as gift to his son.

He had enjoyed watching Sally and Bart together. Bart wasn't a child anymore and he could demonstrate all the skills of his father on horseback. He rode keeping both reins in a single fist, keeping Sally always alert. He was a handsome sight on Sally, with his bare trunk, his skintight jeans and the magnificent shining boots.

Even his father had a test ride on Sally. He found that mare was magnificent, fantastic, really the right mare to fit the needs of his beloved Bart.

Sally was relatively easy to find - she had left plenty of hoof prints on the still-wet ground. Fortunately Bart was the first to spot her. Seeing Sally stuck with wrist-cuffs entangled in the thorny branches of a bush, he just said "What the hell are you going to do without me, old race mule?" In a minute he had freed her from the branches.

Sally was still in shock at her easy recapture, but the behavior of Bart calmed her down. As Sally brushed her left cheek against the jeans of Bart, she had a strange sensation. "His bollocks are tender as my nose, but his shaft tough like marble. He wants me, and perhaps he loves me".

Bart grasped the reins and mounted in his usual rough manner, with even more confidence now that Sally was his own property. Pulling constantly the reins, he had Sally again under full control. "Let's go baby … You'll see how I teach you to respect your horseman!" He shifted his ass in the saddle to make himself comfortable, then, touching her chest, he made her walk on.

Sally didn't know what a wonderful day it was for Bart. The beginning of a new life for him, and even more so for her. Sally was confused, unable to reason well. Resignedly, she now accepted ceding control to whoever was on her saddle.

Bart smiled, knowing very well that she had changed. Sally was totally his now.