Bird of Prey Part 1
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Bird of Prey Part 1
A Red Kite thought about alighting in a tree
close to the equestrian centre, but the commotion below ensured it soared
away to more peaceful climes. In the paddock below, a strutting redheaded
woman barked her commands at the young charges who circled on horseback,
with the aim of learning horsemanship. Elaine Calder was a very shapely
woman, assertive and not to be trifled with; she was very much in command at
the centre, which due very much to her, was as popular with male students
both old and young, as well as the usual pony-mad female fraternity.
Elaine's elegant long
legs and pert rounded ass was accentuated delightfully by the tight white
jodhpurs she wore; she whipped her thigh with her riding crop as she barked
commands at the riders; she took extra pleasure in berating males; she often
arranged extra private lessons for them, where she took great pleasure in
humiliating them at every opportunity. Those males that left following those
lessons were of no use to her, those that stayed had a good chance of
reinforcing her acquaintance in another role.
In an outhouse behind her, a male watched her
movements intently through a crack in a frosted window, his jodhpurs about
his ankles with his underwear. He stroked his rigid cock as he lusted after
the assertive redhead, watching her tight bottom and her whips of the crop
as he stroked in growing pleasure. He, like many males before him and many
who would follow, dreamed of being on his knees to this perfect woman, to be
allowed to lick her sweaty asshole after a good beating with that crop. He
half closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in sheer ecstasy, as his cock
shot wads of come onto the wall below the window; his plentiful seed rolling
down the plasterwork as his knees trembled, his balls spending over and over
as he spurted in honour of the magnificent woman.
Today's lessons over, she left the centre in
her car and headed home; she knew her husband would be waiting for her, he'd
had no option. She slowly ascended the stairs to the spare room at the top
of the house, a broad sneer on her face as she went. She opened the door,
and sure enough there he was, just as she'd left him; ball gagged, and bound
with leather bridlery, body and legs. His cock cage was by the side of the
bed where she'd left it; pictures of her with whips and crops looked down at
him from the headboard. He was only allowed out of his cage once a month and
he cowered as she turned him over in the bed to inspect the sheets. Abundant
streaks of jetted semen were evident all over the central area of the bed;
bronze satin sheets were not the best colour to hide semen stains. She
tutted as she flexed her crop.
"I do hope you had good release whilst your
cage was off, but you've messed on my sheets and you know that's strictly
forbidden. You know the routine; I shall now thrash you with my crop, I'll
remove your gag when you've stopped whining and you'll lick my pussy and
asshole before I cage you again." She chuckled sarcastically as she rolled
him back face-down in his own mess for punishment.
"It seems you'll never learn. You've been
extra disgraceful this time; I'm going to instruct the maid to cane you
after each meal this week. I'm having several men here for special lessons
this week; I shall leave your door open so's you can hear I'm not lonely.
You are so selfish staying in this room all the time!" She laughed as she
began to mercilessly thrash the bound male with her crop; he whined and
whinged through the ball-gag, which stopped him wailing in agony and
upsetting the neighbours. She smiled victoriously as she saw him judder and
convulse after about twenty strokes; he had come whilst being punished, this
was no surprise, he always did.
After his whining had died down she removed
his gag and straddled his face, riding boots still on. She undid her
jodhpurs and rolled them and her panties down to her knees. Her hapless
husband's cock roe again as he took in the glorious scent and sight before
him; her milky white globular ass, the sticky pucker pulsing as it
anticipated a tonguing, ands silky white shaven pussy which was puffed with
excitement; a small red blaze of hair above her engorged clitoris. He bucked
impatiently as she sat back; his nose in the glorious tang of her sweaty
asshole, his tongue lapping wildly as her moist and aroused slit. She teased
his stiffening cock with her crop as she rode his face like a jockey to a
satisfying orgasm. As she moaned, the slapping of her crop on his bell-end
had him jet in glorious submission once more. She grunted with deep
satisfaction as his tortured cock spunked for all it's worth all over her
black leather crop; inflicting cruelty and humiliation made her come like
nothing else on Earth, and her husband would know endless portions of both.
She had seemed so innocent when he married
her, though it had always been apparent that she had a deep fetish for
female domination; what started as a game to be played in bed once a week,
went to every night, and then to every moment of the day. Without realising
it she had taken control of his life, and he had willingly accepted utter
defeat. She had had him sign over all his assets to her, she took over his
business, the house was now in her name and his bonds and benefits went
straight into a joint bank account which he never saw a penny of. He lay
there in the spare room of his own house and listened to her entertain and
take control of some males, whilst being fucked for sheer pleasure by
others. She brought female friends home who were allowed to whip him and
parade him round the garden on all fours like a dog; this was one of the few
occasions when he was allowed to leave the room.
As she pulled her jodhpurs back up and
re-applied his gag, Maria, the little eastern maid came up the stairs,
smiling with pleasure as she too viewed the sheets.
"Oh, you wicked man! Shall he know the cane
mistress?." Elaine smiled with pleasure as she picked his cage from beside
"Oh yes- before and after every meal- would
you like to do that for me?" The wicked and purely feminist maid was
delighted with the task.
"Ha ha! I shall enjoy this very much; I do so
love to see him spurt when caged; I'll not need to milk his prostate if he's
having the cane all week, he'll mange it on his own!" The two then gleefully
poked his cock back into the cage and it was padlocked for a month. Maria
smiled broadly as Elaine took herself off for a relaxing shower.
"Time for tea! And your first caning!" Elaine
smiled with satisfaction as she heard the cane cutting the air, even from
within the warm confines of the shower.
The redhead dabbed and powdered herself dry,
smiling as she listened to the moans of her captive, and totally broken,
shell of a husband as he got over his pre-meal caning. Punishing him alone
had tired her out and she was so grateful to have found Maria. The Eastern
maid had a spiteful energy which was unrelenting, and she applied her
natural dominance over males with a relish and vigour which amazed even
Elaine. She often accompanied her employer to social events as a perk of
the job; her ‘Eastern Promise’ and natural wicked assertiveness made her
very popular with the submissive males targeted by Elaine; many a suitor had
been lucky enough to have found himself being disciplined by the hot redhead
and the wispy Eastern she-devil at the same time; a situation which could
only end in utter defeat for any male, in the most exquisite fashion. Both
thoroughly enjoyed breaking men; especially those who had material wealth to
Elaine checked her various bank accounts on line and smiled to herself; she
was comfortably off, the equestrian business she had ‘acquired’ was bringing
in much more now than its previous owner could ever have dreamed of. This
was due to Elaine herself being an attraction there, and it brought in so
many opportunities on the side with those willing patrons. The previous
male proprietor had found himself signing everything over to Elaine, much as
her husband had, and had then found himself in turn sold off to a friend of
hers; ‘stabled’ and kept as a submissive pet, his life changed forever.
Elaine’s absolute control and domination of him had acted like a drug; his
own submission becoming an addiction; the act of being simply passed on to
another dominant woman when Elaine had tired of him, like one of the horses
he formerly owned; his purpose served in having relinquished all his worldly
goods to her, had become a powerfully erotic thrill for him. Elaine and his
new owner ensuring he was present at all discussions, to have his
worthlessness confirmed, completing his total humiliation as the smiling
women did business. Elaine’s thrill had been sublime as she passed him on,
ensuring he was fully reminded that she had defeated him, owned him, taken
everything from him, and now sold her actual ownership of him to another
woman. The utterly destroyed and broken male had been made to masturbate at
her feet as a parting gesture by his new owner; he did so willingly.
Elaine picked up the phone; her blood was up having heard the moans of her
husband’s torment, a fresh pair of jodhpurs and accompanying riding crop
displayed across a chair, sparked her wicked desires.
“Hello Gordon…Yes it’s me, you are not dreaming, come to the lodge at the
equestrian centre at six o’clock... I’ve decided to allow you special
lessons.” Elaine ventured up the stairs to let Maria know of her
whereabouts, and was greeted by the sneering maid who had gagged her
whimpering husband with her panties in preparation for his post-meal
caning. She stood flexing the cane menacingly as the now tightly bound male
writhed in submissive expectation.
“I do so hate the fuss he makes at times; sometimes I like to hear him yelp
as the cane bites, as confirmation that I have applied it sufficiently, but
I enjoyed that pre-meal; I shall just concentrate on maximum physical effort
with the next thirty strokes. I shall un-gag him and allow him to lick my
pussy afterwards if madam is OK with that?” Maria had no need to ask; she
knew exactly what the answer would be, but the dialogue was purely for the
“Why of course Maria, you must use him for your slightest whim; he’s of no
use to me whatsoever, I only allow him to stay here because it amuses our
guests. I am going to go and have sex with another man now, and then show
him the error of his ways.” She lifted her head haughtily as she strutted
down the stairs, crop under her arm; the smiling Maria allowing her wretched
husband to watch his wife’s delectable ass tight in white jodhpurs, walk
away to be fucked and then take control of yet another man. His cock
stiffened in the confines of his cage as he pondered his predicament, and
now lusted for a thrashing and the sweet taste of the maid’s womanhood he
had been promised.
Elaine smiled with deep satisfaction as her ears witnessed the first three
venomous applications of the maid’s delicious rattan before she left through
the front door to take command of another male.
Gordon Smith fumbled awkwardly behind the wheel of his Jaguar outside the
lodge; it was now five past six and she was not here. Had she been teasing?
Had it really been HER? Why the lodge and not the stables? Could his erotic
thoughts about her be true? He broke into a cold sweat as the elegant
gull-wing Mercedes pulled up in front of the lodge and Elaine stepped out in
full riding paraphernalia; his cock stiffened immediately, there was no
doubt whatsoever that this was an exquisitely dominant woman. He got out of
his car as she unlocked the lodge door. She turned as he approached and
sneered at him.
“You’re late Gordon; how can you possibly hope to control and discipline a
horse when you are in need of it yourself? We shall have to change that.”
Gordon bumbled and fought for words , Elaine smiled and her pussy buzzed
with anticipation at the silence. Gordon knew he had been waiting at the
Lodge since a quarter to six, but had not had the courage, or inclination to
question this vividly assertive woman. Elaine knew this also; she would
make him hers in no time at all.
Gordon was divorced from his wife for many years and had no children; he
owned a large golfing store which was very popular amongst the upper and
middle class inhabitants of the surrounding area. He was also part owner of
the local golf club; this masculine dominated institution would prove to be
a great challenge to Elaine, but it spurred her on all the more; her pussy
bulged with pleasure at the thought of becoming the first female board
member, whether the other males liked it or not. She sincerely hoped they
would not like it; her intention was to destroy them one-by-one. She would
make Saturdays a ‘Men only day’ ; women would be free to frequent the course
undisturbed on all other occasions; she would advertise this through her
circle of female dominated businesses, the staid and under-used golf club
would become a haven for women golfers from far and wide, increasing her
Gordon's cock dribbled as he watched the deliberate steps of the magnificent
redhead as she ascended the stairs; he yearned to be on his knees to this
woman, but still thought he could be of no interest to her, after all, it
was well known she was married, though no-one ever saw her husband. She
stopped abruptly at the top of the stairs as if sensing his imagination. He
almost leaned forward to sniff the crack of her bulging and inviting rear;
she swished her crop a little before moving on, Gordon thought long and hard
to retain that glorious vision for later; he promised himself he would enjoy
masturbating to that vision. Elaine had other plans; Gordon was already in
her clutches as far as she was concerned and he would be granted relief
which would ensure his entrapment, long before he returned to a home which
would not be his in the foreseeable future.
Elaine took him to a strangely appointed room; one side was set out with
comfortable leather furniture, and a large king-sized bed, the other side
closer the window was set out like a school room with wooden chairs, and a
full-size blackboard, which was presently almost completely covered by a
curtain; only a slim gap with a few white on black lines betraying its
identity. Elaine’s crotch was hot for the task and she would waste no time;
Gordon was an attractive male for his age; though middle-aged he was in good
shape and would please several of her friends who liked to keep pets. She
faced Gordon, legs slightly apart and crop in hand; her dominant stance
seemed to take control of the very atmosphere of the room; Gordon almost
smiled with pleasure, he had seen her at her most assertive at times, but
she looked subliminal now, and he was alone with her. His cock pulsed as she
swatted a desk with her crop.
“Sit there and aw shall discuss discipline and control.” She then removed
her riding jacket and motioned to Gordon to do the same.
“You’ll not need that today Gordon.” She smiled wickedly making his balls
and anus tingle with pleasure.
“Any ‘practical’ we do today will not involve horses; we have to ensure our
own house is in order first, don’t we?” Gordon’s cock was rigid as she
strutted before him; nipples prominent in her white blouse, her red hair and
milky white skin resplendent in the light from the window.
“No Elaine…” She cut him short swiftly as she swiped the desk again with a
“No MISTRESS Elaine!” She pointed the crop at him and he followed her
command like the small child he really was inside. Could this really be
happening? His cock dribbled as he savoured obeying the magnificently
dominant woman before him, without hesitation.
“Yes Mistress Elaine.” He squeaked in a broken, yet somehow satisfied tone.
It was then that he noted the damp patch in the crotch of her jodhpurs; he
knew now she was enjoying the situation, oh how he wanted her to take
control of him. She smiled as she moved in for confirmation that he would
go like a submissive lamb to the slaughter.
“Tell me what it is you truly wish to attain from lessons at the centre?
Would you still be as interested if I let my husband run the centre? Or is
it my ‘leadership’ that appeals to you.” Elaine’s pussy was alive and
pulsing sweetly at having reached this stage so soon; she would have him
leashed in no time; she was sure of it. Gordon was a little bewildered at
having to betray his true feelings to her, but his submissive side was now
in control of him, as much as she was. He desired the stern and commanding
woman so much.
“I… I… would not have quite the interest Mistress; it is your ‘leadership’
which appeals to me, I find it so ‘educating’.” Elaine tingled all over
with triumph as she moved to the board and swept one half of the curtain
back, then stood dominantly, crop in both hands; flexing it menacingly as
she looked deep into his eyes with a vicious sneer.
“Would this appeal to you?” If Gordon had had any doubts about this being
some submissive fantasy from which he would suddenly awake, the drawing on
the board confirmed the reality, and he would confirm without doubt to this
magnificent woman exactly what she wanted to hear. Gordon was close to
coming without the need to stroke his now aching cock; the picture on the
board was a beautifully chalk-drawn depiction of a woman on a horse; so
clearly Elaine, bare-breasted with jodhpurs, boots, and spurs. She held a
leash, and on that leash, running naked behind her, cock stiff and erect was
a male who might well be him. He gasped and swallowed hard before
answering, and slid from the chair to his knees before answering.
“Yes Mistress Elaine… I wish that were me… I’d do anything for you.” Elaine
was herself now ready to come; her pussy bulged and tingled uncontrollably
in the tight jodhpurs as the damp patch increased. She studied the kneeling
male with controlling satisfaction; he was hers mentally, she would now have
physical satisfaction. She so loved a new conquest.
As Gordon bowed his head, partly in shame, but mainly with relief, and
anticipation of what may happen, Elaine sneered supremely as she whisked
back the other half of the curtain to reveal a further depiction which would
assist her delivering her coup-de-grace. She strutted past the kneeling
male in superior fashion and now spoke in a softer tone; there was no need
to assert herself now, Gordon had shown her his submission and must now pay
for it; he could not retract the truth, not that he wanted to. She made him
lift his head to face the board.
“And is that your desired position in life?” Gordon’s balls pulled tight up
against the base of his rigid cock, so close to ejaculating in disgrace as
he viewed the second chalked mural. A male, harnessed and kneeling, a
pony-tail hanging from a butt plug, cock rudely erect, hands bound behind
his back, knelt before a supreme Elaine, standing dominantly over him with
bull-whip; ready to break-in the male like a wayward stallion. Gordon heard
her strut behind him to the bed; he was now in complete submission to her,
or so he thought, and could not believe the position he was now in. He
yearned to be dominated by her, but could not possibly have known how severe
and permanent a lesson he would learn. He stared with a deeply erotic
yearning at the bound slave as he urgently replied.
“Yes Mistress Elaine; that is my desired position in life.” Elaine now
called plainly to him, her pussy oozing impatiently, in sore need of
“Come here to the bed and we shall begin your discipline, I shall allow you
to confirm the beginning of your indenture to me with a little relief,
before we start your training in earnest.” Elaine smiled as Gordon turned
and remained on all fours as he moved to her side at the bed; he would be so
easy to dominate completely.
Gordon could barely stop himself from coming as she stood and peeled her
jodhpurs off, and then placed her feet back in her leather boots; the scent
of her arousal was like a drug to him, it was overpowering. She sat back on
the bed and lifted her legs, showing the submissive male the glory of her
excited womanhood and sticky asshole; he was now delirious with lust as he
awaited the first command from his new mistress. Elaine made sure he
watched as she slid a finger into the crevice in her engorged and slippery
cunt and then had him lick it clean.
“You may lick my asshole first, and if I am pleased with your progress I may
allow you a taste of my womanhood before you masturbate on my boots.” She
pulled his head toward the tangy sweaty aroma of her beautifully puckered
and sticky anus; he moved forward without hesitation and lapped lovingly at
her savoury taste, his cock dribbling pre-cum. Elaine fingered her pussy
victoriously as she enjoyed the warmth of his submissive tongue. She smiled
with deep satisfaction as she thought of the golfing business she would
shortly inherit; her orgasm this evening would be most enjoyable.
This story is authored by
Midsummer Man, please send comments and appreciation to