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“Giddup.”
He grimaces in pain but steps forward. Though somewhat shakily, it is the intent and not the overall performance that is important. He wants to please me...that’s paramount.
It’s another cloudless day in the Caribbean. The sun is not yet strong but within an hour its rays will be much more direct and radiant. Still it is delightfully warm and I cannot help reflecting on how enthralling life is on Constancia Island. The supply of miscreant males needing discipline is endless. It seems a woman’s work is indeed never done.
My steed’s motion is comforting. He strains a bit but I’ll have him well exercised in a few weeks, and nicely tanned. The clinic, a new building on the road up to the home of Lady Constance, is only one half mile away. Mr. Dalton can handle it.
We proceed for a few hundred yards and I decide to demonstrate that obedience has its rewards. I lean forward pressing my nipples into Mr. Dalton’s shoulder blades. With my crop hand I reach down and very gently fondle his erection with the smooth flat leather tip. His step falters, evidencing that the unexpected pleasure is received.
“Good boy,” I whisper in his ear, deliberately letting him feel the warmth of my breath while he also feels my hardened nipples on his back.
We arrive at the turnoff for the clinic. I pull on the left side of the nose bridle and with my left foot to assure he understands. I want to make all verbal commands superfluous. A good pony boy reacts to the slightest tugs on the bridle and does not anticipate or guess. He just obeys.
Mr. Dalton turns and we begin the slow climb. Estovia, Lady’s Constance’s ancestral home is perched well up the hill. The clinic is below that so my steed has less than a quarter mile left in his initial ordeal and he’s holding up well judging from the firmness of his erection.
In the distance I see the chariot of Lady Constance making the turn and approaching. I direct Mr. Dalton to the side. Our Queen enjoys speed and she is cropping her pair of pony boys without mercy in accelerating down the hill.
Her duo of pony boys are the largest on the Island.., in both height and length. And even as the white chariot approaches I can see the pair of massive erections preceding the entourage, despite the shiny metal penis bands. Lady Constance finds the tumefied male organ to be most symbolic of her authority. Her matched pair don’t move unless standing. I know from working in the stables that Sumani diddled them to full engorgement before Lady Constance left the house. And of course once she begins to wield crop and reins, the two steeds will remain erect for her for hours.
My benefactress sees me saddled on Mr. Dalton and pulls on the scrotal cords to stop her team. I likewise pull on the reins. My Lady wishes to speak.
“Good morning, Luana. A new acquisition. From the Society?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply with a smile of pride.
“Glad to see you’ve got your own male to handle. I am fascinated by the salt project. Please keep me informed.”
I nod.
I often wonder if my deep admiration for this woman of Dominance shows. Her athletically trim figure and beauty make her appear ageless. With her black hair drawn back in a pony tail for riding, her only attire is the briefest of bikini bottoms and even that small garment is known to be cast aside while on the beach or encouraging oral service from her ponies.
She peers at Mr. Dalton. Her eyes are adept at assessing male flesh and quickly scan his entire anatomy. Then she reaches down with her crop and brushes it against his erection.
“Adequate. Takes to the saddle well. What’s his regimen?”
“His mistress is seeking a completely servile house boy...with improved oral skills...and other modifications.”
I am deliberately vague and Lady Constance understands. Mr. Dalton is not to know that Mrs. Dalton faxed in her completed questionnaire, with an assortment of mental and physical alterations for her ‘spouse’…soon to be transformed into a most obsequious servant.
She knowingly changes the subject.
“Any more thoughts about college, Luana? I understand you’re reveling in your new position, but you know I insist on well-trained people. A degree in abnormal psychology perhaps? Dr. Corrothers could use assistance. We have an ample number of nurses. But how about physical therapy? You enjoy working the male anatomy. With more knowledgeable input perhaps we can improve our methods for adding brawn to the herd.”
Lady Constance is both generous and relentless in making sure all of her Bagandan constituents receive an opportunity for a life outside of Constancia Island. She pays all tuition, room and board with the promise for continued employment if a young woman wishes to afterwards return to the Island.
Meanwhile, the private schooling system on the Island is unsurpassed in bestowing Bagandan children with the best in basic education. Lady Constance has engaged a broad selection of teachers wishing to take early retirement by living on Constancia Island and tutoring part time. The sun...the beach...the pony boys...for what more could they ask.
College is offered as an introduction to the outside world. But in a tribute to the world of Female Dominance, just about all the girls return to utilize their degrees. As I feel Mr. Dalton’s warmth and his muscles strain beneath me...who would ever want to permanently leave?
“You know I donate heavily to the best universities, Luana. There are no barriers.”
My beautiful benefactress smiles in planting another seed for thought. Then she crisply snaps her crop abrading nipples right and left. Her team leans in harness and both left feet step forward simultaneously. They have been trained endlessly to perform in perfect unison. The white chariot speeds off. I likewise snap the crop. With an anguished grunt my saddled charge resumes his labors.
The clinic and Dr. Corrothers await.
Chapter Fourteen
Ted Dalton
