Headless Horsewoman
by Peter Loaf
inspired by this Insex photo
- do not use without the author's permission.
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Cross country travel, trailer in tow
Taking my Morgan, the fair to show
A short cut taking
The axle breaking
Horsewoman stranded, to town we’ll go
Riding him bareback, liking his feel
The moon just setting, it seems unreal
A light up ahead
A farmer in bed
“Please sir my axle.” Rescue appeal
“Oh you poor darling, out all alone?”
“Fine piece of horseflesh. Come, use my phone”
His hair is graying,
Big muscles playing
Hammerlock gripping, to dungeon shown
A collar waiting, dangling chain
A padlock closing, I will remain
“I’ll see to your horse”
“And your car of course”
“Strip if you want to, save you some pain”
Left in the cellar, standing tip toe
Tethered in steel, nowhere to go
What was his meaning?
Stripping demeaning
The dungeon décor, the horror show
Calf muscles cramping, going nowhere
The time spent thinking, here in his lair
Nobody knowing
To horse show going
Two week vacation, foot on the stair
My host returning, dressed in a cloak
“Still got your clothing? Think it’s a joke?”
“Strip for your Master”
“Stormy forcaster”
Picking up flogger, from briny soak
Ten minutes later, buttons undone
Bra strap unhooking, son of a gun
Panties I’m kicking
His lips he’s licking
Wolf whistles softly, needing to run
My arms he’s binding, tight to my back
Torso ropes cinching, leaving no slack
Professionally done
He’s having such fun
Horsewoman haltered, my future black
Hobble rope tying, to six-inch step
His fingers finding, secrets un-kept
Ready rape juicy
Tender young pussy
Fantasies filling, clearly adept
The cloak he opens, his oily gleam
Built like a shithouse, hung like a dream
Collar unlocking
My knees are knocking
Taken for tour, my dripping seam
Time in the bedroom, helpless and his
Gentle yet urgent, I’m loving this
Kow tow position
Man on a mission
Horsewoman galloped, a tender kiss
The sun soon rising, the dawning day
Hobble step follow, I have no say
Subbie lust loving
My head he’s shoving
A bucket buried, deep in the clay
High wide and handsome, bottom exposed
The cane comes slashing, perfectly posed
Pussy lips swollen
Cock in my colon
Horsewoman training, my options closed
Headless horsewoman, fixed in my place
Merciless Master, my buttocks lace
Screaming and creaming
My Master reaming
Captive well serviced, cut to the chase