Wife's horse slave

Tom and Kelly got married. She earned more money than him in the family. She was a lawyer, working at a law firm in California, with new cases waiting for her every day; she was clearly very capable. She had a large house, a car, and wealthy friends. Tom was a factory worker, and they met on the street and inexplicably fell in love quickly.

Their souls and minds were very similar and aligned, which was why they were able to come together so quickly. Soon after their marriage, Kelly brought her two daughters to live with them. Yafen, 17, was slim, tall, and very attractive; her mother often gave her a lot of money, and she clearly resembled her mother. Katie, 16, also had a slim figure and a lively personality. Tom got along well with the girls, and whenever he finished work, he would go home and be a good father. And whenever Kelly invited her friends over, he would transform into the homemaker, doing everything with great skill. He was also happy to tutor his daughters after school. He had a good personality; although Kelly's work meant she couldn't come home on time every day and sometimes even had to travel, he would give her tender care when she returned home.

Kelly enjoyed dominating Tom and liked being rough with him. In their game, their positions were such that Kelly rode on Tom's back and ordered him to crawl around the bedroom. She grabbed his hair, whipped his body with a leather whip, and the feeling of ordering him to crawl in circles around the room as a queen was incredibly exciting.
Kelly rode on Tom's back again, feeling the muscles of the man beneath her taut, and then she kicked him with her legs.

"Giddy up!" Her legs clamped down on him, kicking him, and Tom felt the powerful pressure from Kelly, so he crawled faster.

Soon Kelly grabbed a sash from a bathrobe and tied it between Tom's lips as a rein, giving her better equipment. She rode him and crawled around the room, again and again. Tom loved the feeling of the reins tied to his mouth and enjoyed Kelly riding him like an animal, kicking and whipping him until he gasped for breath. After a fierce whipping, Tom trembled, but Kelly clamped him down with her knees. Clearly, Kelly was now in a superior position, and she could feel Tom's helplessness and exhaustion between her legs, but she loved that feeling. When Kelly's excitement subsided, Tom stood up, and Kelly quickly moved in front of him, taking his penis into her mouth until he ejaculated. Then she became interested in his back again, kicking him down, and Tom painfully got up, also excited. Seeing Tom's reaction, Kelly became aroused again, frantically mounting his back, and the second round of riding began.

When the game was over, they lay on the bed, looking at each other, their joy lingering.

Tom's mother spoke first, "That's wonderful, I mean wonderful!" Hearing Tom's mother's exclamation, Kelly smiled gently, "This is truly incredible! I've never liked this game so much before. Kelly, where are you? I mean, have you been with anyone else?..."

"No, darling," Kelly smiled sweetly. “I only played horseback riding games when I was very young, and the last time I rode a real horse was in my youth, but I didn’t like it,” Kelly turned around and hugged Tom’s neck. “It’s too real. I think I still prefer it this way!”

Tom playfully imitated a horse’s neigh, “Hiss!” Kelly continued, “But what do you think, darling?”

“Are you alright? I feel completely excited, and you have to do it too.”

“Yeah, but it would be nice to have a pad on my knees. I also love the feeling of you riding on my back, the feeling of you whipping me.”

“You’ll get hurt that way. Do you think that’s okay?”

“Yes, I love it when you do that.”

“It’s a true master-slave relationship and powerful dominance.”

“In that case, next time I’ll stab you with a pair of spurs.” Tom immediately felt excited, and his little brother was already swollen.

“Great!” The voice was loud, almost echoing throughout the room. “When can you get the spurs?”
“Wait here for a while!” He quickly fantasized about being her horse, being whipped, and being stabbed with spurs. He felt more and more excited.

As he fantasized about the even more exciting games that were about to begin, he suddenly stood up; he needed a knee pad. He rushed out of the room, without even putting on any clothes, but the children were already asleep. He ran straight to the hall, and to his delight, he saw a knee pad on the rocking horse that could be removed and even fit perfectly on his leg. He took off the knee pad and ran to Kelly's bathroom to grab a long enough strap. He frantically tied the strap around his mouth, and by the time Kelly returned, he was already back in the room.

"Alright, you stallion, are you ready for your fate?" Kelly said as she entered the room. When she saw Tom, she suddenly stopped. "Ah!! Where did you find those things?"
Tom took out the reins and said, "On the rocking horse in the hall."

"You like them?"

"Yes, I like them very much.

" "You look very excited today, like a real stallion!" Kelly exclaimed.

"Alright, horse, look what I've prepared for you!" She stood in front of Tom, who immediately looked at her feet. A pair of bare feet were bound with a black leather strap to a pair of gleaming silver spurs. She was wearing a real riding spur.

"I found my old trunk in the attic," Kelly said excitedly. "There are all sorts of riding gear there, but I couldn't find anything suitable for me, which is why I'm not wearing riding boots. But it gave me a good idea though. Now I'm barefoot with spurs on, isn't that sexy?"

"You'll never believe it, I'm about to cum!" Tom said, but his eyes were fixed on Kelly's beautiful bare feet and the spurs on them. "May I kiss them?"

"Yes, you'd better do that, horse slave! Lick! Lick now!" Kelly commanded like a queen. Tom frantically licked Kelly's feet, his tongue licking her toes, the tops of her feet... Kelly loved seeing him lick her feet and whipped him to keep going. After more than 20 minutes, she felt it was time to stop because she was about to start riding.

"Get down! Slave!" she commanded with the spurs. “Now let me try that saddle.” Tom lay down, ready, and Kelly mounted him again, her feet in the stirrups, and picked up the reins Tom had prepared. She didn’t know how much damage that type of spur would do to Tom, but she didn’t need to consider that at all, because the feeling of being a female rider who enslaved a man was growing stronger and stronger. Besides, he was a horse now, and horses only obey, right? And he had said he liked being whipped, so… her spurs, along with the stirrups, approached his body and then pierced his ribs with all her might. Tom suddenly let out a startled scream and then instinctively crawled forward. Kelly whipped his shoulders with the leather whip, again and again, until he quickly crawled up, circling around the room. The sensation of the spurs digging into Tom's ribs caused her immense pain yet also intense excitement. He swayed beneath her, and she, like someone reaching an orgasm, was tossed and turned by the man beneath her. She gripped the reins tightly, the spurs digging into his body, her body rising and falling with each thrust until she reached her climax.

Finally, Tom's hind and forelegs lost their rhythm. She loosened the reins until Tom gasped for breath in pain, and they both collapsed to the floor.

Kelly pressed her lips to Tom's and kissed him deeply. "Oh, Tom, that was wonderful, incredible! Oh, darling, I hope I didn't hurt you! Are you alright?"

“Oh, it’s alright, I’m fine,” he replied immediately. “The spur looks small, but its tip is quite sharp. Don’t worry about hurting me though. If you do, I’ll let you know you can do whatever you want, as hard as you want. I love being your horse!”

Kelly exclaimed. “I’m even afraid you won’t want to anymore.” Kelly kissed him again. “Can you?” Kelly asked. “Can you be my horse forever?”

Tom looked at her tenderly. “Kelly, my dear, I will always be your horse.” Kelly kissed Tom passionately, and Tom pulled Kelly into his arms.

They fell onto the bed together, falling in love.

From then on, whenever they had the chance, they would play rider and horse games at night.

Kelly found a leather factory to make a horse harness that fit Tom’s head and two saddles for him. The first saddle was a standard size, a proper model, and had a horse tail that Tom loved, along with golden stirrups. The second saddle consisted of only a wide strap that wrapped around Tom's chest and connected to a larger stirrup. Despite its formality, Kelly added a distinctive feature: she protruded a little on the saddle so that riding Tom would rub against her vulva, increasing her arousal. She also craved greater stimulation, so she placed a vibrator on the leather. Meanwhile, she spent a considerable amount of money on riding clothes: Western-style training and racing attire, riding breeches, jeans, and hats. Her boots included at least black gleaming riding boots, training ground boots, high boots, and more. She also had twenty different kinds of riding whips. When the game began, Tom would kneel down to put Kelly's boots on and attach spurs to her feet.

They frequently expanded their riding game area; their room was too small for their games, but Yafen and Katie often used the other rooms. Only one room was suitable, one Kelly had bought long ago, but it had been converted into a dance studio for Yafen's ballet performances. It was a large, soundproof room with a beautiful ceiling and mirrors on both sides of the walls.

After some discussion, Kelly and Tom decided it would be perfect for their riding game. Not only was the size suitable, but the mirrors would allow them to see themselves and each other during the game, making it even more fun.

Kelly arranged for some workers to renovate the room, laying a wrestling mat on the floor, which also served as knee pads for Tom, and would prevent him from getting hurt if he accidentally fell off. Tom explained to the children that he needed to decorate the room as a practice area for military training.

However, they could only play riding games when the children weren't around, and only two or three times a month. So they figured they could sneak into the riding stable at night, pack the riding gear in bags, and lock the door to ensure complete soundproofing.

(They did a very good job.) One night, Kelly started riding Tom through their bedroom, wearing a pair of newly bought spurs. She was barefoot with the spurs on, the sharp gears pricking her. After riding for a while, Kelly led him to the door, opened it, and spurred him to climb quickly into the hall. Tom was almost frantic, so excited he didn't care if anyone saw. Kelly loved this daring game; her heart was pounding, but she began riding him boldly toward the stables. They were dressed, but Kelly was scantily clad, eager to try the new spurs, so she took off her jeans. Tom was also naked, wearing only a small saddle and work shorts. It was 11 o'clock, and the children were asleep, so they hurried toward the stables for their enthusiastic running practice.

They turned the corner leading to the stables and bumped into Yafen. Tom recognized her feet, her long legs—they'd been discovered. How was Kelly supposed to explain this?! Tom wanted to say something but couldn't. In fact, there was no way to say anything. Kelly, in this horseback riding setting, was the best speaker. "Hi! Darling!" Tom heard Kelly greet Yafen in a bright voice. "What are you doing up so late?"

"It's a school party today, you know, I...I..." Yafen looked at her mother in surprise, straddling her father who was still wearing a saddle. "I was just trying to get some drinks, and I found the fridge in the hall." Of course, the 17-year-old girl asked an obvious question. "What are you doing to Tom? You're wearing spurs!! And a whip!" Kelly's smile was gentle and relaxed. Good heavens, Tom wondered if she was alright!

"Oh, darling, I'm just riding Tom for a little while. Tom won't mind, will he? Tom?" Tom nodded quickly. Kelly continued, "You know I loved riding horses when I was little, but now I don't have time to ride during the day, and I can't ride a real horse at night either. Luckily, Tom is here." She patted his head lightly. “He’s a very good horse, and he’s best suited for me when I have time. We’ve also found it’s a great workout for both of us,” Kelly’s gentle words and kind expression seemed to genuinely distract Ya Fen. “But it seems a bit odd,” Ya Fen asserted.
“I mean, I like riding too, but… but it’s different! Can you really treat him with a whip and spurs? Can you?”

“Of course I can!” Kelly chuckled. “He’s my horse, so I can do whatever I want with him. I’ve found that spurs and whips give him a lot of stimulation, and they don’t even hurt him, look?!” Kelly jabbed the spurs hard into Tom’s body, and Tom looked up at Ya Fen with a smile, indicating that he really hadn’t been hurt.

“But… but he can’t trot like a real horse, or even run! And you can’t ride him for long, he can’t last too long, and he can’t run too fast!” “Oh, yes, he’s a man, not an animal, that’s a fact. But he crawls very fast, and he can carry me for a very long time before he’s exhausted. Come with me, I’ll show you his gait.” Kelly urged Tom into the stable, and Yafen followed curiously behind them. After Kelly led Tom to the stable, she began to demonstrate some riding techniques and gait to Yafen, using a whip and spurs. Finally, Kelly stopped Tom in front of her astonished daughter, told her that it was an amazing fact, and said, “Alright, daughter, you try it, let him walk around the room.” With that, Kelly dismounted from Tom’s back and handed the reins and whip to her daughter, who was now speechless. After a moment of silence, Yafen said, "...Well...okay." She stretched out her long, bare legs and stepped over the saddle on Tom's body, looking hesitant. "But I don't have riding clothes. I'm just wearing my pajamas." Kelly laughed cheerfully. "Of course, you're just riding our own pony now, and you can ride it anywhere. Do you think anyone will say your riding attire is inappropriate?" Yafen smiled, then her supple body sat on the saddle, her bare feet digging into the stirrups. She sat up straight and tightened the reins. "I guess you really enjoy being ridden like a pony while walking. Get up, go wherever you want, I think I'll love it!" Her heels smacked Tom's sides heavily, and Tom began to slowly crawl. Yafen adjusted her posture on his back to accommodate the crawling pace of the person beneath her.
After a large circle, Yafen was ready to let Tom crawl a little faster. "Giddy up!! Boy, trot!" She kicked him a few times with her heels, and before he fully took the command, she lashed him hard with her whip. "Good, darling! Let him know you're in control now! He's a horse, and you'll let him know who his true master is!"

"Whip him harder, make him go faster!" Kelly gave the command from another corner of the room, and Yafen responded quickly. "Giddy up, giddy up! Faster, horse!" The whip lashed three times, left, right, left, and then her heel slammed into his body. Tom began to trot, and Yafen gripped the reins tightly, almost falling off, trying her best to maintain her balance in the saddle. She completed a few laps, then pulled on the reins, bringing Tom to a stop in front of her mother. "Wow! That's amazing!" "You're right, Mom, Tom is really good for us to ride. Although he's not like a real horse, he brings a lot of fun! Can I ride a little longer?" "Of course, darling, my horse is your horse too! Just be careful when he runs, because he's very fast, you know? You mean he can be faster than we were just now? Okay, I'll try again!" "Giddy up!!" She kicked Tom hard, but he resisted and didn't move an inch, and that was indeed the case. "I said, run, you stubborn mule, did you hear me! I said run!" The whip lashed his arm, but it only made him move one step. "Oh! I'm afraid he's not completely obedient to you yet," Kelly said. "It seems there's only one way to make him your real horse." Kelly put her bare feet on
Tom's shoulders and, together with Yafen, forced her to her knees, then began to remove her spurs. "Do you want me to get up?" "No, no need, you just sit there." Kelly put her other foot on Tom's back and removed the spurs.
"When he's disobedient, you need to use this to prevent him from developing a lazy habit! All I need to do is give you this and have her kneel beside Tom and tie the spur to Yafen's left foot, then go to the other side and tie the other spur to her right foot." "Did you see how hard I kicked him? Did you see that?" Kelly stood up and continued, "The correct way is to use this to stimulate his body hard, so he has no chance to consider whether to obey. He's a horse, and he has to obey. Yes, you're absolutely right!" Yafen adjusted the reins, picked up the whip, and readjusted the saddle. She tested the distance the spur swung, found a position that satisfied her, and aimed the angle. "Alright, Tom boy, you're really going to get it! I want you to run, giddy up!! Giddy up!" With a slight sway of her leg, the spur pierced Tom's outer thigh. Tom moved passively—yes, for a person, that was harmful. Her riding was completely different from Kelly's, which bordered on sexual and carnal. For Yafen, it was only harmful. From the stimulation of the girl's spurs on him: 1) She had completely mastered her balance in the saddle, and while Tom was running, she was firmly seated on his back—she did this very well. 2) The fact was that Yafen had become a rider, and as the empress of a noble mother… Kelly must be overjoyed to have brought such a fine horse for her daughter. Right now, Tom felt the pain of its loss, but Yafen was about to inflict even greater pain. With each trot, he could feel the spurs on either side of his body, and with each urging from the girl to go faster… faster, the whip burned his body more intensely, as she reveled in the speed at which her slave father crawled beneath her. He could hear Kelly's laughter and encouragement in the distance, urging her daughter and himself to do even better. "Good horse! Keep going, Tom!" Yafen rode Tom through the house, completing the full gallop before finally giving him a final trot. She urged Tom to her mother's side, rose from the panting Tom, and gasped for breath herself with excitement. "Mom! That was amazing. Can I ride him again?"

"Yes, of course!" "Anytime is fine." Tom's heart sank when she heard Kelly's words. "Actually, I've been trying to find a way to keep him in riding form while I'm away. Do you think you're capable of training him when I'm not around?"

"Of course, I am! But, can I only ride him here, or can I ride him in the arena outside?" "Anywhere you like, dear! But you must remember to put knee pads and gloves on him when you train him outside so he doesn't get hurt, understand?" "Yes, thank you, Mom. Oh! Katie would be so happy if she knew we could ride Tom! She's always wanted a male pony, and Katie is capable of riding him too, can she ride him too, Mom?!"

"Oh, I see, Katie is still young. But if you can teach her how to train with you so Tom won't get hurt, then I don't think it's impossible."

"Thank you so much, Mom! Oh! I can't tell my friends. I'm going to be the only girl in California with a family pony slave!" Yafen knelt beside Tom and hugged his neck tightly. "Thank you, Tom! You're the best horse any girl could ever want!" Then she stood up and ran out the door, the spurs still jingling on his heels.

"Now my spurs are gone too!" Kelly sighed helplessly. She closed the door and mounted Tom's back. "I'll get them back tomorrow, I loved those spurs!" she said, playing with Tom's hair. "How are you feeling? Darling, did that little cowgirl hurt you?" Tom nodded quickly. "Oh, that's not good. But I'll ride for a while anyway." Kelly picked up her whip from the ground and put her feet in the stirrups. He felt his back suddenly sink—Kelly, though not heavy, was still at least a pound heavier than Yafen, and he was already very tired from Yafen's riding.
"Giddy up!!" A sharp pain from a whip interrupted him, forcing him to trot. “I’m so sorry to have her ride you, darling!” Kelly said, swaying in the saddle on Tom’s back.

“It was the only way I could think of to improve the situation when she found us. But I did a pretty good job, didn’t I?” Tom began to pant heavily beneath her, as if in agreement. “I believe she got tired riding you at high speed, just as much as she does other things she enjoys. You can think of me too, and think of me coming back to ride you!” "

When she felt her horse struggling, she too breathed heavily, a surge of excitement and impulse coursing through her body. She whipped him harder and harder, urging him to continue, until he finally collapsed to the ground with a cry, unable to bear it any longer. Then she turned him over, unbuttoned his clothes, and mounted him again, turning him into another 'stallion'...

After the initial excitement subsided, Kelly leaned over and removed the reins from Tom's mouth, then said, 'I want you to know that you are the best, and I love you more than anything! And you will get more physical exercise from playing pony games with Affin and Katie, and then I will love you even more.'

'Although I can't say I enjoy them riding me as much as you riding me,' Tom said, steadying his breathing, 'I know that letting them ride me is the best way—to make it a way of life in my family, and I think I like your idea of making me a family pony!'

'You are the best, Tom!'" Kelly nestled her head on Tom's shoulder. The two lay down on the stable mat, embracing.

After a while, Kelly stood up. "We should go to sleep; I have an early flight tomorrow." Tom stood up, straightened his clothes, and headed for the door, then heard his lovely wife cough softly. He turned and saw her on the floor, arms on her hips, the whip lightly tapping her legs. "Are you sure you want to just leave like this?" she said gently, teasingly. "You wouldn't want me to abandon such a fine pony and wander around alone, would you?!

What do you think?" "Of course not!" Tom laughed. "Look at me, how silly I am!" He got back on all fours, put on the harness, and Kelly was back on his back…i=16> Kelly rode Tom back to the bedroom from the stables, and the two lay on the bed, quietly closing their eyes. Kelly turned to Tom and whispered, "After I'm gone, you must be good, a good pony for Katie and Aphrodite. When I come back, I'll give you an even more exciting training. I love you, I love everything about you!"

A gentle kiss woke Tom. Kelly had already applied bright lipstick and composed herself for work. "Goodbye, darling. I'll be back in a week. I already miss you!" she said, and left.

Tom got up and saw the clock; it was time to wake the children. He put on his shirt, went into the hall, and knocked on Yafen's door. "Come in!" he heard his daughter say. He opened the door and saw her at the computer, already dressed in her school uniform—a loose white blouse and pink leggings. "Time for breakfast, darling. Look what I've prepared for you today," Tom said with a smile.
"You're all ready?"

"Of course!" she suddenly jumped up. "Oh dear, where are my shoes?! Can you help me find them, Tom? Black sandals with pink fuzz on them!"

"Sure, don't worry. Do you remember where you put them after you last wore them?" Tom began to search the room, behind the wardrobe, in the corner of the floor…

"I think they were near the bed!" Yafen said. “I remember maybe I kicked them under the bed when I was on the phone with Jia a few days ago!” So Tom started looking around the bed, finally crawling under it.

“Oh, there they are!” Yafen exclaimed. “They’re already in my bag!” But before Tom could even stand up, she jumped onto his back. “How about riding a pony to breakfast!” She grabbed his hair and yanked his head off the ground. “Giddy up!” She was barefoot, her legs wrapped around his sides. Tom slowly crawled towards the kitchen. Yafen grabbed her bag, put the straps over his shoulders, and pulled back with her right hand. “Hurry! Pony! Don’t make me use that spur again!” They walked through the hall, past Katie’s door, which was open. She saw them and ran out to follow them. “Wow! Horse riding!! Horse riding!! I want to ride a horse too!!” Yafen pulled Tom’s hair back until he stopped. “We’re going to have breakfast, but you can come along! You can sit behind me!” Katie wanted to sit in front of Aphrodite. “Can I drive?!” she asked.

“Of course, you drive and I’ll make him keep crawling!” Katie gripped Tom’s hair tightly with both hands, and Aphrodite kicked Tom with her heel, and he started crawling forward.

He was now carrying the weight of two female riders, but Aphrodite didn’t want him to have it too easy. In the gaps of maintaining his balance, she rhythmically patted his shoulders. “Faster! Pony!” Katie giggled. “Yes! Faster!!!” Her heels aimed at Tom’s ribs, kicking hard! “Crawl! Pony! Crawl!” Tom carried the two of them to the kitchen, and they got off his back and started eating breakfast! The girls sat at the table, chatting and laughing about school. After finishing the breakfast he had made, they kissed Tom, said “bye-bye,” and left the room. On the way to the door, Yafen leaned against Katie. "I have a surprise for you!"

"What? What surprise!" Katie pressed.

"No, not now, I'll tell you after school!" the older sister teased her younger sister.

"No, please, tell me now!" No matter how much Katie begged, Yafen wouldn't tell. Tom saw the two sisters talking from outside the window and heard them discussing horseback riding. He thought he couldn't put any more pressure on his already tired bones, and there was still a lot of work to do that day, possibly even making dinner later. He needed some rest, but... he heard the door slam shut, and then Yafen's call, "Tom... Mom!!, my little... horse... where is it!?"

"In your bedroom, my little rocking horse!!!" he replied, sensing the harsh test was about to begin. She entered the room, threw her schoolbag on a chair, and glared at him angrily.

“Where’s your saddle?! You stupid horse!” She wagged her finger at him. “You lie down now, we’ll go get it!!” He obeyed and lay down, then she mounted him, grabbing his hair with both hands and clamping her legs tightly around his body. “Giddy up! Take me to my room, I’m going to make some changes.” She rode him through the hall to her room, then dismounted and gave him more orders: “Don’t forget your knee pads and gloves! And of course, the bridle and reins!” She went into her room, and Tom trotted back to the tool shed, took off his shirt, and grabbed the equipment she’d requested. He had to make her happy and satisfied, because it was for Kelly, for her more love.

When she opened the door, Tom was already waiting at the entrance with the knee pads, gloves, and other equipment. “Oh! Good, you’re all ready, what a fine horse!” As she passed him, he saw that Yafen had changed her attire—a casual t-shirt, cropped jeans, and Kelly’s spurs were also on her heels. She also held a whip in her hand—three thin, soft bristles, the shaft half a foot long. Tom was relieved that his thick shorts wouldn't be hurt by the whip. Yafen sat on his back, her feet braced in the saddle, but not pushing the spurs deeper. When the spurs pierced him again and the whip lashed his rump, he had to scramble forward a couple of steps. She kept spurring him until he began to trot slowly through the hall toward the stables. The

stable door was open, and they went straight in and did a quick training run. “Oh! Tom, you really are a good horse!” “Now,” said Yafen, sitting in the saddle, “I’m going to give you some more work so you can experience just how good a pony you are, but first I have to tell you, you won’t have to do any other work today. (Good heavens! Tom thought!)” So, I have to do some things, first. Giddy up!! She whipped him mercilessly, piercing his body until he could crawl as fast as he could, her whip lashing his buttocks and arms again and again.

After two rounds, Tom felt the reins tighten around his mouth, and Yafen forced him to trot, the spurs occasionally provoking him to adjust his pace. She held the whip in her right hand, controlling the reins with both. She began to train him in various exercises—trotting in large circles, doing figure-eights, walking in small circles, and sprinting. She lightly lashed his side with the whip in her right hand, but Tom was surprised to find that these light lashes caused him considerable pain. He could feel a burning sensation on his left side after each lash. Finally, Yafen forced him to stop, the reins distorting his mouth. "Stop! Little horse, good boy!" she patted his body gently.

"Now, do some real work. Stop and run! Giddy up!!" Her spurs dug into his body again. "Giddy up!! Tom! Crawl!" She stabbed and whipped him until he reached her desired pace, then gripped the reins tightly and pulled back with all her might. "Hold on!! Boy!" Tommy stopped abruptly, the reaction completely unexpected. She was thrown onto the mat, and Yafen stood up, laughing mockingly and angrily. "Stupid horse! Bad horse! Stupid horse!!" Things were bad—she scolded and whipped Tommy, some lashes landing on his bare skin outside the saddle. Tommy nearly cried out in pain, but he struggled to hold on, ignoring the pain as she lashed him.

"When I say stop!" With that, the whip lashed his arm. "You must lower yourself below your ass!" She mounted him again, this time without the saddle. "Giddy up!!"

She whipped him until he was running, and this time Tom was careful to follow the female rider's commands. When he was ordered to stop, he deliberately raised his head and lowered his buttocks to give her a more comfortable position. "Good boy! Better this time! Again!" The whip and spurs struck again, making him run, and then she suddenly pulled on the reins to make him stop abruptly. She continued, and his tired arms trembled, but he could not make any demands, only crawling along as she pleased, whipped him. Although Tom felt he had no strength left to continue, her whip and spurs commanded him to trot, and he knew his energy came from Kelly, from his love for her.

Finally, she commanded him to slow down. "Good boy, what a good job! Tom!" She ruffled his hair and rode him out the door. "I feel like I'm on a trip, and you can cool off in a bit!" Through the bedroom and then the front door of the hall, they came to the large yard in front of the house. The yard was surrounded by a high wall, so Tom was sure they wouldn't be seen.

She rode him around the yard for a while, then started circling the swimming pool at the back. If someone looked up from the beach below, they would be easily spotted. However, it was a very advanced area, with high-tech equipment preventing anyone from getting close. As they began another crawling journey in front of the yard, they heard a car pull up outside. "Stop, boy!" Yafen commanded, perched on Tom's back. "Katie's back! Wait there until she sees us!" Yafen used her right spur to nudge Tom's left side, urging him to crawl towards the gate. When Katie opened the gate with the remote and entered the hall, Yafen was already riding Tom, waiting at her door with a bright smile. Katie walked in, and when she saw this scene, she stopped in her tracks, her mouth agape in astonishment. "Incredible!!" Her sister giggled. "Look at our little pony slave in the room!"

"Oh!! That's wonderful!" Katie exclaimed. "He looks like a real horse! The saddle on his body, the bridle and reins on his head, and... and the spurs on your feet!!"

"And this!" Yafen said, brandishing her riding crop. "This proves who's his master, you know?"

"Wow! That's amazing! Can I ride him? Please, Yafen!"

"Come on up!" her sister said. “Let’s ride him inside together, and then you can…you can change your clothes, and Mom told me she can teach you how to ride him, so you’ll do even better!”

“Great!” Katie said, climbing onto Tom’s back and sitting behind her sister. “Let’s start now!” To avoid hurting her sister’s body with the spurs, Yafen lifted herself up and sat on his lower back, keeping a certain distance between them. Then, the spurs stimulated her abdomen, propelling her into Katie’s room.

“Hurry up and get ready, then we’ll meet in the dance room, which is the best riding room!”

“Yes, yes!” Katie said eagerly. “I’ll be right there!” Katie dismounted and went into the cabin. Yafen rode Tom towards the stables, a journey that took about an hour.

“You will be a good horse for Katie, and I will whip you well!” Her horse nodded eagerly beneath her, causing her body to tremble.

A short while later, Katie ran in, looking every bit the little cowgirl—a loose-fitting casual shirt, pleated jeans, and cute white cowboy boots, with a pair of red spurs on her ankles. She wore her favorite Western hat and the spurs Tom had been so terrified of; they looked like toys, but they were real, the sharp, golden gears jingling. Tom knew that before becoming Katie's horse, those sharp gears had been honed to a gleaming, sharp edge.

"Alright, boy! Now it's your time to ride!" Sixteen-year-old Katie sat in the saddle, but Yafen still held onto the reins in Tom's mouth. "Alright, now!" she said firmly. "Mommy taught me how to ride, now I'll teach you!" Yafen knelt down and adjusted the stirrups to accommodate Katie's slightly shorter legs.

“He’s a very fast and strong horse, so don’t let him go at his fastest until you’re really ready.”

“I’m ready! I’m ready!!” Katie exclaimed, bouncing eagerly in the saddle!
“Here you go, the whip!! This is my whip, it might be a bit too big for you to give commands, maybe Mom will give you a smaller one.” Mrs. Tom thought carefully; there might be a few whips and spurs in his and Kelly’s room that would suit Katie.

“Okay! Got it!” she said happily. “Can I ride him now?”

“Oh! One more thing!” Yafen grabbed Katie’s reins and said, “Mom told me the most important thing, which I almost forgot. That is, you must let him know who is really in control. At first, he might throw you to the ground. So I guess if you use the whip and he doesn’t obey, you must use the spurs on your feet. Don’t worry about hurting him. I can really spur him hard and it didn’t hurt him. So if you want him to go forward, you have to use all your strength, as hard as you can.”

“Okay! Okay!” She sat on the saddle, eager to try, and Tom was ready. Katie swayed her legs in and out to maintain her balance, but the stirrups were adjusted too short, and her spurs pierced his body outside the saddle. The great pain made him cry out and scramble to his feet. Katie’s body was suddenly suspended in the air, and then her legs, detached from the stirrups, fell out.

"You stupid horse!! Stop!" Yafen angrily lashed Tom's arm with her whip, the sound seemingly penetrating his clothes and kissing his skin. Then she mounted him, controlling him to crawl around the arena, the spurs digging deep into his ribs. "Now!! Run!" She whipped Tom hard, and he began to run at breakneck speed. "I'm so sorry, Katie!"

She urged Tom to circle around Katie. "Are you alright?!"

"Yes, I'm fine!" Katie said. "I didn't expect him to be so fast!"

"I already told you, he's strong!" Yafen sat on his waist, controlling the reins, the spurs digging deep into his skin, making him leap and run beneath her.

"I'll give him a short training session, you can try again later!"

"Giddy up!" Her spurs dug even deeper into his body, only easing the pressure on his ribs when she commanded him to slow down, then she whipped him to control his pace.

He sensed that her frenzied riding performance was entirely for Katie's benefit, but he knew that no matter how hard he tried to meet her demands, he would always suffer greatly. After two rounds of training, she was satisfied to see that Tom's taming level was suitable for Katie's next ride. With the crack of the whip, Yafen stopped Tom beside Katie, then dismounted. As Katie mounted Tom again, she handed her the whip, and Katie pulled on the reins and put her red riding boots back into the stirrups.

"Remember! Katie, you must whip him as hard as you can!" Yafen said, and Katie quickly nodded. The small gears of the spurs on her feet dug deep into his already bruised skin, but Tom, enduring the excruciating pain, still managed to get up! After only a few steps, Katie's spurs stabbed him twice more viciously. The sharp gears rolled across his skin, slowly drawing blood. "Hurry up, you horse slave!"

"Catie, riding on his back, said, and Tom had to scramble to his feet quickly. His body bounced slightly, but he found he had regained his balance! 'Wow! That's great!

Faster, horse slave!! Get up!' The spurs pierced his body constantly, like playing Russian roulette, the gears spinning rapidly on his injured skin. Accompanied by Katie's frantic shouts and laughter, he began to trot. His sister repeatedly gave commands to her sister on the saddle, 'Yes, do that, you're doing great! Keep piercing him, that way he won't slow down!'

Her spurs continued to pierce his scratched body. 'Good, Katie, you look great!' Yafen shouted from the hallway. 'Now use your spurs more! Make him run, but be careful!'
Katie's spurs were now even gleaming brighter, the repeated stimulation quickly pushing her destructive power to its peak, and Tom, tormented by pain, had to run again. " Fortunately, Katie was still quite light; if Aphrodite or Kelly had ridden him so wildly, he would have collapsed to the ground long ago. "Amazing!" the older sister couldn't help but shout when she saw her younger sister riding the little pony around the room! "Keep going! Katie, you're a real cowgirl!!" Katie whipped and teased Tom relentlessly, laughing wildly on his back! Tom ran a full lap around the room, panting heavily. Then, she pulled him to Aphrodite's side, yanking the reins to control him beneath her. His tired and scratched muscles trembled uncontrollably. He thought of his beloved wife, riding him proudly and beautifully, whipping him, making love with him, and finally fantasizing that she would return soon to share those wonderful fantasies with him. The girls rode him, playing with him until dinnertime, then rode him together to the dining room. He removed the saddle, bridle, and reins from his body, then made dinner (noodles) and told them they couldn't think about riding horses again until they finished their homework.

Katie finished her homework first, then ran into Tom's bedroom, pulled him up from his chair, and shoved him to the ground. She sat on his bare back, gripping his hair tightly, and dug at his body with the spurs on her feet. A madwoman, she rode him around the room, then into the dark yard, finally to the stables, where Yafen was already waiting. She saddled Tom and put on the bridle, then mounted him, and together with Katie discussed the wonderful idea of riding a slave in the house. "Jump!! I bet it'll be really interesting when he jumps!" Yafen said, spurring him to trot. "His hind legs are long, so he'll jump really high!"

"I'm going to make him spin in the air!" Katie laughed. “We can take turns riding him and see who can ride him the fastest. But I need a whip. Can you get me one?”
“Then you’ll have to ask your mother—Tom is her horse, and she only lets us ride him when she’s out.” Yafen got up and gave her seat to Katie, who mounted the saddle and started patting Tom. “I need a whip, otherwise it’ll hurt my hand!” She chuckled and patted his arm again. “Giddy up!!”

They rode Tom until it was Katie’s bedtime. She rode Tom to the bathroom to brush her teeth and go to sleep. She didn’t dismount until she took off her breeches, boots, spurs, and so on.

“Dear Papa, dear, can I sleep here? I want to be able to ride you as soon as I wake up tomorrow morning! Please!?” Tom agreed, kissed her, settled her into bed, said goodnight, and then returned to the stables.

Yafen mounted him again, spurring him with the spurs on her heels, and drove him toward her room. There, she turned on the television. She watched for a full hour, never leaving the saddle on Tom's back, only occasionally going to the kitchen for a drink, and even then, she didn't dismount. When it was time for bed, she drove him to the bathroom, dismounted, and went inside. When she opened the bedroom door, she was wearing the same pajamas she had worn that day. Then she drove him wildly through the bedroom, using the same spurs, finally having him carry her onto her bed, which was as high as four posters.

She gave him a deep kiss. "You are the best, Tom! Not just as a pony slave, but also the best father we have ever had." "Goodnight, darling!"

Tom said, turning and leaving the room. Back in his own bedroom, he stripped naked and collapsed onto the bed!

What a day!!

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