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The way that most males are mesmerized by even just a hint of "cleavage" has always been of great interest to me. When I was in my late teens and I was becoming aware of my femininity and the power that I could assert over the opposite sex I could amuse myself for hours as I learned to both tease and get my own way in an instant. Over the years I have perfected my teasing skills so that I can demand attention just when and where I want it. Sometimes I can produce a reaction in the most surprising ways too! Perhaps one day I will tell you. You will have to wait and see,,,

Anyway, yesterday I had some traditional teasing fun with what was literally a captive audience. I had travelled down on the train to London Kings Cross on the early train as I had to pick up a few *very* special items from Leatherworks of Islington. As soon as the train reached London I took a taxi to Islington and then onto Camden where I had lunch with a friend and then I took a taxi to Knightsbridge to spend a little while shopping for panties. I think that this would have been a *very* special treat for panty slaves???

After rushing through the London traffic once more in a taxi I was back at Kings Cross in time to catch the 15.10 home again.

The "first class" coaches are always the first that you arrive at when you catch the train from Kings Cross so I climbed aboard and took a table seat opposite to a young businessmen in a black suit. In just a few minutes the waiter had served coffee and were both absorbed in work on our laptops.

I was putting the finishing touches to some navigation buttons for my new site and just after the train passed the Alexander Palace I happened to look up and noticed that the young man opposite me was 'discreetly' looking at my bust out of the corner of his eye no doubt hoping that I would not notice him. Well I did notice him, as it was an early train there were not too many people around us so I decided to have a little fun with him…

I was wearing a white blouse and the motion of the train was causing my breasts to gently sway in my bra and under my blouse. I am sure that this is what had caught his eye in the first place! I carefully looked across the carriage to the opposite window and I slowly lifted my arms over my head and stretched. This thrust my gently swaying breasts straight out towards him and I could see him trying desperately not to get caught looking then I carefully went back to work on my laptop as if I had not noticed his attentions at all. Through the reflection in the window next to me I could see that his eyes were still fixed to my gently swaying breasts. I let a little smile creep into the corner of my mouth then I started to tease him properly…

First I slowly let my left hand move slowly up to the top of the front of my blouse as I carried on working on my laptop then I slowly started to run my finger up and down the gap in the front of my blouse between the top button and the second button down as if I were carefully removing a piece of dust or something and then as I continued to study the laptop screen I slowly released the top button so that the top of my blouse opened a little.

I now carefully slipped my left hand into my blouse and slowly massaged my left shoulder, which had the effect of forcing my cleavage together. Still working intently on my laptop I could just imagine the effect that I was having upon him now! Next I carried on studying the work on the screen while I used both hands to slowly release the next button down from the top. I carefully arranged the collar making sure that it was straight but as I did this the top of my blouse was pulled open a little allowing a *full* view of the top of my cleavage and through the reflection in the window I could see his eyes almost pop out of his head when he saw that I was wearing a black bra! I could see him cross his legs first one way and then the other and then as I sat up and looked him straight in the eyes as I opened the third button of my blouse and then making sure that no one else could see I pulled it wide open so that he could see that I was not just wearing a black bra, it was a shiny black rubber bra and as my cleavage sprang into view I smiled at him as he gasped out aloud…

He was now mine and I knew that I could make him do whatever I wanted with him. Anything at all and the first class seating arrangements are absolutely perfect for slipping off my spike heels and for a long slow "foot-job" under the table. Nice and slowly so that no one could notice as I teased him to the very brink time and time again in rhythm with the sway of my rubber clad breasts pushing out through the front of my carefully arranged blouse…

I am always surprised at just how hot a fully erect and properly excited cock feels between my nylon stocking covered feet and how it twitches and throbs as I slowly go to work slowly on it.

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The subject that provoked the most comment from last week's newsletter was the little secret that I let slip that I only wear panties when out in public about 50% of the time. A lot of people here mailed me and asked if my statement was true or if I had just put it into the newsletter for effect.

Well, I can quite categorically say that I have only *ever* worn panties about 50% of my everyday life even going right back to when I was in my late teens!

There are several reasons for this. I spend a lot of time in Jodhpurs either at the stables or enjoying other more "adult" pastimes. I carefully handpick my jodhpurs (and I ready do have loads) so that they are an absolutely perfect fit. To go to all of that trouble and then wear panties under them would be a terrible waste. It is actually quite a well-known fact that none of the Ladies at my favourite stable on the Isle of Wight wear panties now. It is almost a fashion statement now amongst "real Ladies" and I don't think that this trend will ever reverse. It is quite clear that the stable boys are also aware of this new trend as their very inquisitive eyes are quite unable to resist a quick glance each time one of them helps a Lady on or off of her horse!

Perhaps another reason that this trend has taken hold so firmly is because almost all of the Ladies that I know that ride out at least once a week are all married. Perhaps an added attraction to fresh air and exercise on horseback is the additional attraction of asserting their carnal desires amongst the stable boys and fellow riders? I like several of my Ladies friends can speak from experience on this. Just think - perhaps the Lady has taken some time out during the day to get hot and out of breath as she gallops hard across the Downs in tight and revealing clothing and then arrive back at the stable for a lovely hot shower before getting dressed and driving home. Plenty of opportunity for "adult" adventures of just about every possible type and in perfect discretion too…

One young housewife I that I know likes to take along just one black silk stocking to the stable once a week so that when she gets back from her ride panting and exhausted and before she takes her shower she likes to put a stable boy over her knee so that she can spank his naked bottom hard with her leather riding glove still on. She then likes to take off just one glove and pull the silk stocking onto her hand so that she can "milk" him hard and fast and force him to shoot all over the delicately soft and silky stocking.

Another more mature married Lady friend likes to take a stable boy into the shower with her when she gets back from her ride so that he can lather her beautifully firm body all over for at least thirty minutes then kneeling before him and slowly and expertly taking him into her mouth despite not ever dreaming of carrying out such a depraved act with her husband.

I know of at least a couple of very prim and proper "county set" Ladies who have from time to time amused themselves *very* thoroughly with several stable boys or fellow riders all at once despite being respectable church going housewives outside of the stable.

Another reason for my not wearing any panties is perhaps because I am wearing black fishnet pantyhose like in this weeks newsletter photos. I love to wear stockings at every opportunity, as I love the way that they feel so delicate and feminine. I love the silky feel against my long legs and the sensation of the suspender straps running down my smooth tanned thighs. I love the way that the perfectly straight seams draw eyes both male *&* female. Stocking are just *very* special. Pantyhose are special too, but for very different reasons…

I *really* enjoy wearing black fishnet pantyhose as they make me feel so decadent. I love the way that they feel when I have them on as it would be pure sacrilege to desecrate them by wearing any panties with them and so I just *love* to wear them when I am out in public!

Personally I really don't think that pantyhose get the praise that they deserve. Stockings are *very* special and I wear them a lot of the time but pantyhose have an important place in my life too as I will explain.

One particular occasion that is a very good example was at about the middle of last summer when I visited London for a kinky shopping trip for some latex bits and pieces. I spend a busy day visiting countless kinky boutiques, shoe shops and fetish shops and I eventually arrived at a small Soho shop in the basement of a large building. I was the only person in the small shop and the young male shopkeeper apologised for the small amount of stock and explained that the shop had only just opened that morning.

I was wearing just a thin black silk dress, black fishnet pantyhose and spike heels. I had to bend down to look through a couple of boxes filled with latex items on the floor and as my silk dress was very short I knew that the young shopkeeper had a full view of my pantyhose and could also see that I was not wearing any panties. I *love* the way that fishnet pantyhose rub gently over my clitoris as I walk and as I bent over I could feel it throb a little at the sheer decadence of my display to him. I stood and turned to him and I could see that he had seen everything that I had meant him too. I walked up to him with a small latex quarter cup bra in my hand that I had picked up from the box and I asked him if he had a changing room where I could try the bra on. He showed me to a very small curtained off area at the rear of the shop and as I walked inside and started to undress I made sure that I only closed the curtain half way so that he could watch me as I slowly lifted my black silk dress over my head then carefully put the tiny little quarter cup bra onto myself. I kept my fishnet pantyhose and spike heels on and after I had adjusted the straps of the bra so that my breasts literally jutted out before me with my fully erect nipples on full display then I walked back into the shop to ask if there was a mirror anywhere. His mouth dropped open and his eyes moved up slowly from the very tips of my spike heels, up my long legs and his eyes dwelled a little longer on my obviously erect clitoris and then moved on up to my gently swaying jutting breasts which were pointing straight at him. He led me into a box filled hallway and then into a back room where a large mirror was propped up and obviously waiting to be fitted onto one of the walls in the shop itself.

I turned and bent over as far as I could with my back to him once more and asked:

"Do you think that my fishnet pantyhose look good on me?"

I slowly moved back until I was standing right in front of him then I pushed my tight fishnet clad bottom into his crotch and moved it up and down slowly then I reached behind myself and pulled down his zip and reached in to pull out his long thick cock so that I could stroke it and tease it before rubbing the swollen tip hard against the tight fishnet stretched over my firm bottom. I could hear him sucking in gasps of air between his tightly clenched teeth as his sensitive cock tip rasped against the tight material.

I then slid his cock between my thighs and under my crotch so that I could squeeze it hard between my fishnet pantyhose clad legs and jerk backwards and forwards slowly while running my long sharp polished red fingernails all over the tip of his cock. His gasps of pain as my sharp nails dug into his most sensitive area as his shaft pushed up against my crotch with just the tip pushed right out in front of me. I could feel its hot hard length rasping against the skin-tight fishnet material as I slid him backwards and forwards and forcing his pain to add to my most divine pleasure.

I think that you can probably guess what happened next? I just *love* being decadent!

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I was waiting in the centre of my chambers carefully selecting a riding crop to use as the slave entered the room on his hands and knees. I looked at my watch and saw that it had taken him just three minutes to go into my bathroom and undress, fold his clothes carefully and then find his way before me naked and an his hands and knees.

Three minutes is very quick… But of course I would still have to thrash him hard!

Twelve HARD strokes with a viciously long thin 'whippy' crop was just about perfect. Just enough for a brisk little 'work-out' for me as I reached back as far as possible to ensure each stroke bit into his naked bottom as hard as possible and

also just enough to test the slaves self control as he lay prone over my whipping bench.

By stroke number twelve the slave had to bite his lip hard to avoid making any sound as each agonising stroke bit into him leaving a thin red line across his bare flesh. I was now breathing hard from the exertion and now nicely loosened up and ready for some fun…

The slave had already been told what was to happen to him next so as I walked quickly over the wall cupboard he carefully lifted himself off of the whipping bench and then moved quickly to the middle of the room and knelt with his head bowed. As I opened the cupboard and lovingly took out my favourite strap-on I felt it carefully between my fingers with my eyes closed and it was just as if I was feeling a real cock!

As I walked back to the centre of the room I smiled at my slave wickedly and then lifted the strap-on to my lips so that I could lovingly kiss the tip of it then I handed it to the slave and instructed him to strap it into place upon me.

I stood with my hands upon my hips and my feet parted and my VERY high spike heels upon the floor. As the slave knelt before me I smiled a little as his eyes were drawn to the crotch of my skin-tight jodhpurs, which fitted me, like a second skin. I knew that his brief indiscretion had allowed him a view of the outline of my vagina as the VERY tight material of my jodhpurs pulled into me. I waved my finger dismissively and the slave moved behind me and went to work.

First of all he carefully reached around me so that the hard black leather pad, which the latex dildo section of the strap-on was mounted to, could be placed into position. He was a little nervous as he gripped the dildo and this meant that the hard leather pad pressed into the front of my jodhpurs and then moved up and down a little as his trembling hands worked and this ensured that I could feel it rub against my clitoris. I closed my eyes and sighed, I was going to enjoy this SO much…

In just a few seconds the slave he realised what he had done. He started to plead with me that he had not moved the dildo pad against me on purpose in such a disrespectful way but I just laughed at him and told him:

"Don't worry you miserable little worm! I will make you pay for your little crime just as soon as I have you strapped face down to the bench with your legs wide open…"

I was still laughing to myself as the slave now secured the black leather hip straps of the strap-on around me. The perfectly measured straps have to be pulled VERY tight to fit into the little steel buckle and the slave eventually managed this under my strict and impatient guidance. He then took the black leather crotch strap and passed it under me as I leaned forwards and pushed my firm bottom out hard and the slave pulled the strap tight under my crotch and secured it at the rear to the second little steel buckle.

As the crotch strap pulled into place I could feel it pull into the skin-tight material of my jodhpurs and pull into my most intimate areas VERY hard but I was by now FAR too excited to do anything but enjoy the sensation shamelessly!

I closed my eyes and gasped as the strap was pulled up into the buckle and secured in place and I was already looking forward to using the slave without ANY mercy at all…

Under my strict instruction the slave now pulled at the straps hard to make sure that they were held firmly in place and then I turned to face the slave so that the very tip of the black latex dildo now jutting out before me was now level with his face and it was time for him to go to work and amuse me with his mouth before I was finally ready to strap him down so that he was completely helpless and use him for my pleasure!

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I spent the day on Wednesday shopping in Nottingham. I had one of my personal slaves drive me there in his brand new Jaguar and then he spent the afternoon opening doors and carrying bags for me. As I like to keep a HUGE personal stock of hosiery so that I am prepared for EVERY possible occasion I spent a very enjoyable hour in one of my favourite hosiery shops in Nottingham City Centre replenishing my personal stock of stockings and pantyhose.

I only ever wear stockings or pantyhose just once no matter what I have planned as I love the feeling of brand new hosiery. I have a large cupboard in my dressing room at home that I like to keep stocked full of hosiery and being able to chose the exact pair to go with a particular outfit of suit is very important to me.

After spending the rest of the day trying on and buying clothes my slave was heavily laden with bags as we walked back to the car and we started our journey back to my house just in time to get caught in the heavy rush hour traffic. I was sitting in the back of the Jaguar working on my laptop as my slave sat alone in the front driving and the combination of the vast space that I had to "spread out" as well as the divine smell of brand new leather hide upholstery was just too irresistible and I decided to have a little fun…

The traffic was stop start all the way out of the City Centre and was still backed up as we slowly made our way out through the outskirts of the City.

First of all I pushed my laptop over to the right hand side and then positioned myself in the middle of the plush new leather rear bench seat. I could see that my slave was looking into the rear view mirror to see what I was doing and this excited me a little more…

I could see his eyes in the mirror as I moved towards the front of the seat so that I could remove my suit jacket and then slowly pulled down the zipper at the rear of my suit skirt. As I shuffled my hips carefully so that I could slowly ease my skirt down I could see my slave's eyes in the mirror watching very intently and this amused me.

First my naked and tanned thighs came into view and then my stocking tops were exposed. It was only after I had slipped my skirt right down off of my legs and I had stepped out of it that I parted my legs slightly so that my slave could see that I was not wearing any panties at all. I could see his eyes open wide now…

I carefully folded my skirt and placed it over with my laptop then I slowly placed my spike heels wide apart so that my legs were opened as wide as possible as I sat back into the beautiful soft new leather then I cleared my throat just a little so that my slaves eyes lifted to my face in the mirror and I told him:

"You will keep your eyes on the road until I tell you to do otherwise!"

I found the rest of the journey most enjoyable while I watched the slowly moving traffic but my slave found it VERY frustrating as he could now only hear my pleasure! He knew that just one small indiscretion would have meant SEVERE punishment as soon as we arrived home and I am pleased to report that his behaviour was absolutely impeccable even if he was a little frustrated…

The soft warm leather felt so divine under my naked bottom and even after I had pleasured myself I kept my skirt off for the remainder of the journey while I worked on my laptop as the soft luxurious leather felt so exciting.

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I went to the most FANTASTIC New Years Eve party in Nottinghamshire and had a LOT of fun with two of the slaves who were in attendance to provide the entertainment… After enjoying the midnight festivities in the main hall I took the two slaves off to a private room at half past midnight so that I could have some REAL fun!

The private room was quite small but there was a VERY large antique walnut "knee-hole" desk in the centre of the room with a beautifully aged green leather top. Perfect for what I had in mind…

The slaves were already naked of course so I quickly secured them both face down across the desk side by side then I slipped into something a little more comfortable… I decided that I would take my dress off so that I was left standing in just my little black bra and panties, black seamed stockings and black lace suspender belt, and black spike heeled ankle boots and NOTHING else at all except for my perfume and jewellery!

As I walked over to the corner of the room to select a long, thin bamboo cane from the stand I smiled at the thought of having an interesting little competition. It was time to find out which of the two would cry out and beg for mercy first and I was feeling particularly cruel and I was ready to work up a REAL sweat!

As I gave them three HARD strokes each in turn over and over again it was not very long before I started to get a positive response… It is surprising just how much CRUEL treatment two slaves can take when used in tandem as neither wants to be the first to cry out and this makes it all so wickedly exciting!

Bamboo makes such a beautiful instrument. Little red lines are left on the flesh so very easily with every stroke and very little effort is required to ensure such delicious searing pain, which burns like fire… The only way to take the slaves mind away from this type of pain is through absolute decadent pleasure… and it was a New Year party after all…

After about ten minutes VERY hard and skilful use of the cane I was able to keep them both right at the very edge of their pain threshold. It was amusing to see the slaves tense every single muscle in their bodies as I brought the cane down onto them VICIOUSLY hard and then I smiled as I watched their efforts to remain respectfully silent.

This was only the first of many amusing little test for the slaves… Next they were released from the bindings holding them to the desk then I instructed them both to turn over so that I could secure them to the desk on their backs so that I could amuse myself with them further.

First of all we had a little competition to see who had the most skilful tongue as I sat upon each of them in turn and then I thought that a:

"Which slave had the biggest cock?" Contest would be amusing…

Both found this VERY thorough test EXCRUSIATINGLY embarrassing as I examined each in VERY close detail to ensure that they were giving their all… Of course a Lady would never settle for any less and I am VERY demanding!

I found this particular little test most fun of all and I made sure that it went on for as long as possible to ensure the VERY BEST possible results… I find that a competitive spirit in a slave brings such good results even if encouragement with a particularly vicious cane is required. Especially when there are such rewards for the winner to enjoy… Or endure…

Hmmm… Now WHICH one will I choose???

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One of my favourite pastimes this time of the year is hand spanking and with all of the office parties that have been going on this week I have had ample opportunity to indulge…

Over-the-knee spanking is usually the most convenient form of treatment. The slave is instructed to undress (if he is not naked already) then I sit down and carefully raise my skirt to my waist to fully expose my suspenders, stocking tops and bare thighs so that the slave can be position face down across my lap.

To ensure that the slave remains PERFECTLY still while the spanking is administered I like to position the slaves cock so that I can grip it VERY tightly between my thighs and then my attention can be concentrated upon the job in hand…

I usually find that just three or four HARD strokes are enough to begin the reddening process and by the sixth stroke the slave is feeling the full effect of the treatment. Each time that my hand falls upon his naked flesh the slave is forced to thrust his cock harder between my thighs, which in turn ensure that I can grip him even tighter of course.

I like to time the strokes very carefully for an over-the-knee spanking. I like to ensure a VERY loud slap as my hand falls with just enough time for the slave to concentrate fully on not allowing any cries of pain to escape from his lips. I find that perfect timing of VERY hard slaps can concentrate the slaves mind perfectly for future treatments…

After ten of twelve REALLY hard strokes I like to stop for a few moments between slaps and run just the tips of my fingers lightly over the now deeply reddened area of both of his naked bottom cheeks. I like to slowly feel the heat from the treated area on just the very tips of my fingers. Sometimes if I have been particularly cruel I can almost feel the slaves naked flesh tingle through my fingertips!

Of course, if the slave has been stupid enough to allow the beginnings of an erection to start then I can just reach down under my thighs and dig my long sharp finger nails into the glans of his cock VERY hard to remind him that this type of behaviour will be punished to the fullest extent possible!

I also enjoy hand spanking the slave while his is secured over a table or whipping bench as this allows me plenty of space to REALLY spank the slave as hard as possible. I like to REALLY exert myself and work up a sweat as each time I carry out this form of treatment I like to set myself a personal target of spanking harder than ever before. Sometimes I position the slave in bondage in front of a full length mirror while a carry out this form of treatment as I think that being able to see just how much work and effort I am putting into the treatment adds to the full effect…

I find that having a mirror placed in front of the slave for this form of treatment is even more effective if I am only wearing perhaps a very small black skintight latex half-cup bra and thong type panties so that the slave can see my body glisten with sweat and then when I have properly warmed myself up I can REALLY start to spank harder and harder!

Another favourite method that I like to employ for spanking is to secure the slaves wrists to my suspension bard and then secure his ankles to the floor approximately 24 inches apart to the eyelets set into the floor. I am then able to raise the suspension bar until the slave is literally stretched out before me in the standing position and I am able to walk all of the way around him and his entire body is at my complete mercy…

As the feet are secured apart this allows me to attach a "parachute" attachment to his testicles and then from this I can slowly add heavier and heavier weights. This means that when I eventually take up my position behind the slave and begin spanking the weights are forced to begin swinging backwards and forwards under him. Each time that I bring my hand down across the slaves naked bottom hard he has to concentrate VERY hard so as not to allow his hips to jerk forwards in pain as this would ensure that the parachute would jerk hard and searing pain would be inflicted upon the testicles…

The slave is forced to concentrate every bit as much as I am exerting myself to inflict the punishment to his naked bottom. To heighten the tension of the slave's situation even more I like to use the slaves fully exposed predicament to full advantage. Perhaps I would stop the spanking for a few minutes so that I can walk around in front of him and then look him deep into the eyes as I use the tips of my fingers to bring his nipples to full erection before using my VERY sharp finger nails to pinch his nipples as hard as I possibly can while laughing into his face…

Perhaps a couple of carefully placed slaps to the testicles, just enough to FULLY tension the weights and force the slave to grit his teeth HARD will amuse me… Perhaps a HARD slap to the glans will have even more effect.

When a slave is secured in this fashion I am able to slowly stretch a really THOROUGH spanking for two hours or more or until I bore of this and demand attention from the slaves tongue…

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As I walked slowly over to the slave I could see that Lady Imogen had prepared him perfectly for me…

He was laid upon the low wooden bench on his back and completely naked and he was secured to the bench by his wrists and ankles being tied tightly to the bench legs and then an intricate form of Japanese bondage had been used to secure his torso to the top of the bench in a criss cross fashion along the entire length of his body. The slaves naked bottom was positioned right on the front edge of the bench with his head just fitting onto the low narrow bench at the other end.

As I walked up to the slave I knew that he could not see me. He had been blindfolded very carefully and the Japanese bondage wound its way right up to his neck VERY tightly to stop him from even thinking of moving a single muscle in his body so I made sure that the very loud clicking of the steel spikes of my spike heels was even more pronounced upon the highly polished white tile floor.

I walked around him several times very slowly so that he was just aware of me through the sounds of my heels on the tiled floor and I smiled to myself as I studied his solidly muscled body. I was going to have a LOT of fun with him before I was finished this evening!

Lady Imogen had been quite correct in her description of the slave. She had told me that he had a hard body and an even harder cock! I now examined it closely as it stood up fully erect pointing towards the air before him. Just a tight leather strap at the very base of the shaft and a connecting strap that passed around the base of his large swollen testicles secured the cock. The straps ensured that his swollen shaft pointed upwards and away from his body quite perfectly.

I spend a few moments studying the slaves larger than average endowment and I fully understood why Lady Imogen was so keen to allow me the use of him. The shaft was over ten inches long but it was its girth that held a Ladies interest even more, it was quite obvious that the delicate hand of a Lady would not reach all of the way around it!

The slave was also covered in sweat and I could see that Lady Imogen had spend a lot of time preparing him so absolutely perfectly for me. As I leaned forwards a little for a closer look I could see that Lady Imogen would have spent at least an hour slowly teasing the slave and subjecting the slave to various treatments quite meticulously as she put the display together for me. I am sure that the slave had been subjected to Lady Imogen's special treatment of prolonged and expert use of her extra large penis vacuum pump as well as her latex gloved hand as he was slowly and thoroughly forced to his present state.

The slave had spent the past month under Lady Imogen's VERY strict personal control. It had been necessary for the slave to take up residence in a specially prepared cage at the stables to ensure that no ejaculation or the slightest release was allowed at all for a full four-week period leading up to this day.

As I carefully watched I could see little drops of thick white sticky liquid leak out of the throbbing wide open hole at the tip every minute or so and slowly run down the shaft lubricating it and make it shine in the candle light. I could see that I was going to have to pull on a pair of clear thin surgical latex gloves to avoid getting my fingers too slippery to enjoy myself properly!

I watched the hole at the tip of his cock open and close very gently. I could only just notice this happen if I stood still and concentrated very hard as the throbbing movement was only very slight like an involuntary twitch. The huge swollen glans seem to throb in time with the hole at the tip and each time I watch the hole open wide and leak a little I wondered if I could fit the very tip of my little finger inside its warm and very well lubricated opening, or even perhaps one of my fully erect nipples - Perhaps I would find out a little later before I was completely finished with the slave…

I stood at the top of the bench very close to his head then I reached behind myself and pulled down the zip at the back of my black leather dress very slowly. A little twitch of his face showed me that he could hear the zip being pulled down and as I slowly pulled the dress down off of my shoulders and slipped it down over my body so that it dropped onto the floor I made sure that it was quite obvious to the slave that a Lady was getting undressed in preparation to make use of him.

Now I was stood beside the slave wearing just my new spike heeled black crotch-high boots, a tiny little pair of black latex thong type panties and a black latex half-cup latex bra, which was thrusting my firm breasts out hard with my fully erect nipples on full display.

I had been looking forward to using this slave for my pleasure and I was going to spend the next two or three hours extracting and enjoying my pleasure completely…

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When I get back from my ride I like to start off by having my boots cleaned and cleaned VERY thoroughly and to ensure that this is carried out to my FULL satisfaction I quite often take a "boot slave" along to the stables with me so that I can put him to use!

At the rear of the stable building is a an old tree stump which has been polished to quite a smooth surface by PLENTY of use and it is used by almost all of the ladies who use the stable for boot cleaning duties after their rides.

First of all the boot slave will be naked in the kneeling position just inside the main stable door so that when his Mistress returns from her ride the boot slave is ready to be put to full use immediately! As the Lady dismounts in the stable yard and one of the stable boys leads her mount away she only has to step inside the stable door and announce:

"Come with me NOW!"

And the boot slave will get to his feet and then follow behind him Mistress as she leads him out of the building and around to the far side between the stable building and the old paddock fence. The Lady will still be sweating and catching her breath from the exertions of her ride and the boot slave MUST NOT keep her waiting!

As soon as the Mistress and the boot slave reach the rear of the stable the boot slave kneels at the side of the tree stump ready for use…

At the base of the wide trunk is a large steel bolt loop and it is to this that the boot slaves handcuffs and ankle cuffs are secured using steel chain and padlocks. As soon as the Mistress has secured the kneeling boot slave she will step up onto the flat top of the tree stump so that her spike heeled riding boots are brought up to the same level as the boot slaves face! He will now get to work with his tongue at once!

Personally, I like to keep the same riding crop in my hand that I had just used on my ride and then this allows me to use it upon the boot slave if he is not giving FULL satisfaction! After my ride I am usually hot and on a high after the endorphin rush of the VERY vigorous ride. I like to end my ride with a gallop and I am quite often still panting as I stand on the stump having my boots cleaned as I look forward to my shower and I am quite often very much in the mood to make use of the slave that I have already prepared for my return!

My impatience means that I will be tapping one foot as the other boot is cleaned and if I am not FULLY satisfied with the efforts of the boot slaves tongue then I will bring the crop down across his back VERY HARD as I stand over him! One stroke applied with PLENTY of effort usually concentrates the boot slaves mind perfectly! If after a few more minutes the boot slaves efforts fall back again I like to use my booted foot to push the boot slave back away from the stump a little so that his cock is fully exposed to me then I like to use the very tip of the crop to sharply remind him that I am in a hurry!

A few weeks ago while having my boots cleaned at the stable in exactly the manner I have described here I was making use of a new boot slave and I was NOT very pleased with his efforts AT ALL! Even though the boot slave was VERY thorough he was also quite slow and as I had a particularly interesting slave waiting to be put to use I was NOT in the mood for being patient at all…

After a short while it was quite clear that the boot slave was going to have to take at least thirty minutes to carry out his expected task and after just ten minutes I was already making plans for my already waiting slave bound and naked body in the changing room!

I hurried the boot slave along both verbally and with liberal use of the crop until he had cleaned just one of my spike heeled boots to my complete satisfaction (perfection of course!) and then I released him from the chains securing his hand and ankle cuffs then I led him on his hands and knees back to the changing room where my bound and naked slave was ready and waiting for me then after the boot slave had been told to stand in the corner of the room facing the wall I took my pleasure of the interesting slave while the boot slave was forced to stand perfectly still and just listen to me as I took my pleasure…

Ninety minutes later and after I had taken my pleasure FULLY and dismissed the slave I took my shower and then the boot slave was called from the corner of the room and instructed to help me back into my spike heeled riding boots once more then as I stood up on one of the changing benches in the middle of the room completely naked except for my spike heeled riding boots the boot slave finished his task at last and this time I was VERY strict and severe with him and made VERY full use of my crop… All of this was much to the amusement of many of the other Ladies as they returned from their rides!

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Saturday morning was spent shopping and then in the afternoon several of the Ladies and myself went for a long ride to the copse at the far side of the downs. We returned to the stables at about five o clock and then prepared for the party later that evening…

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The party went on VERY late and I didn't I wake on Sunday morning until ten thirty. As I was

the first up I had a long bath and then phone down to the stables to summon one of the stable hands as I thought I would have a massage before getting dressed. I had noticed one of the stable hands looking at me the day before… quite obviously with carnal thoughts on his mind so I thought that it would be amusing to have him sent up to my room!

When the stable hand knocked at my door I called out:

"Enter!"

As he opened the door I walked over to the leather topped massage table at the far end on my room then I slowly opened my black silk dressing gown and allowed it to drop to the floor so that I was standing before him in just a pair of red patent spike heeled sandals and NOTHING else at all… I climbed up onto the massage table and positioned myself face down upon it then clicked my fingers twice and said:

"I want a massage and I am sure that you will be able to do that for me stable boy?"

He was a little nervous at first but a Lady always gets just what she wants in the end…

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Most of the weekend guests at the stable left to travel home straight after Sunday lunch but I had a planned to take a ride before leaving for home myself. After lunch I went up to my room and changed into my jodhpurs, blouse, riding boots and jacket but as I walked out through the main door towards the stable block it started to rain quite hard.

I turned around and went into the sitting room and then read the latest issue of the Horse & Hounds magazine for thirty minutes but as I walked back to the front door I saw that it was still raining very hard so I decided to change my plans…

I ran across to the stable bock and saw that three stable boys were sitting down in the small stable office reading some old Janus magazines and it was quite clear that they had nothing at all planned for the afternoon so after looking all three of them over I made my choice and then escorted the lucky one that I had selected back to the main house. I took him directly into the very large and now empty main hall and spent a couple of hours indulging in COMPLETE decadence…

It is often surprising just how quickly a naked stable hand can trot when down upon all fours… Especially when he has a Lady riding him skilfully with her long sharp spike heels digging deeply into his thighs…

With expert use of both my heels and a VERY wicked riding crop I had soon reduced the now trainee "pony slave" to a panting and exhausted state! To encourage my new "pony slave" to exert himself even further I gripped his flanks with my strong thighs and rode him hard and fast. Like all Ladies I ALWAYS enjoy the feeling of a pony slaves naked flesh against the skintight crotch of my jodhpurs…

As with all new "pony slaves" who submit to my control I of course instilled upon him the importance of good discipline before I finished with him by giving him twelve VERY hard strokes of the crop while insisting upon the pony slave remaining perfectly still on all fours. It is such a shame if the pony slave so much as moves a single inch as the stroke falls as this means that the count must start right from the beginning once more!

After a fifteen minute "riding boot worship" session where I INSISTED upon the pony slaves tongue cleaning every single inch of my riding boots I had the other waiting stable boys load my luggage into my car while I applied six more VERY hard strokes across the pony slaves naked bottom as I instructed him to present it to me then I was ready for the drive home…

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As the slave lay on his back upon my special low bench I placed my knee across his chest and I fed the rope backwards and forwards over his body and through the steel eyelets on either side of the wooden frame. The rope travelled across his body twelve times - from his neck right down to his ankles and when I was happy that all of the eyelets running the full length of the bench had been laced I stood up again at the side of the slave and wrapped the end of the rope around my wrist a couple of times then I leaned back hard and jerked upon the rope HARD so that it began to pull tight…

I tied the rope off in a couple of places but I was still not happy that it was tight enough so as I stood back again I slowly unbuttoned my crisp white riding blouse and took it off. Now as I take the centre of the rope I put my spike heeled riding boot up onto the side of the bench and then once more I REALLY jerked the rope HARD and tied it off again…

Walking slowly around to the other side of the bench I am aware of the slaves eyes watching me. I make sure that I walk VERY close to the end of the bench so that the skin tight white jodhpurs covering my firm bottom brush lightly against the top of the slaves head then as I continue around the bench until I am level with the slaves chest again then as I lean over him to grip the end of the rope and once more I make sure that my FULL cleavage almost spills out over the top of my black lace deep-plunge bra into the slaves face!

I smile cruelly as the slaves eyes open wide and as I start to pull harder and harder on the rope jerking the bindings tighter and tighter I can see the slaves eyes glued to my swaying cleavage as I pull on the rope HARD then as I tie it off and wipe the sweat from my chest I wipe my hand slowly over the slaves trembling lips so that he is forced to taste the salty smear…

One by one I pull HARD on each cross binding of the rope starting with the slave's ankle area and working my way up. Sometimes when I am not happy that the rope lace isn't being pulled tight enough I lift a spike heeled riding boot up onto the side on the bench and lean back hard and cry out with the effort as I work higher and higher up the slaves helpless and naked body!

As I reach his crotch area I jerk the rope tight that I test it by easing it up an inch or so and then let it go so that it cuts across the shaft of his cock! He has no option but to cry out as I laugh at his efforts to bite his tongue and I shout:

"BE QUIET SLAVE… Or I will take my crop to you!"

I have pulled all but the very top binding now for the final time and as I look down upon the slave and lean backwards upon the rope I can hear the rope creak as it slips through the eyelets. I lean over the slave once more to feel how tight the rope is in the opposite top eyelet and this time I make sure that my cleavage swings and brushes lightly across the slaves face… As I pull on the rope I can feel my breasts brushing across the slaves face HARDER now then as I tie the rope off for the final time I look down at the slave and instruct:

"Push your tongue out NOW for me!"

As the slave pushes his tongue right out I look into his eyes as I ease my right bra cup down just a little. My black deep-plunge half-cup bra is barely able to cover my nipples in any case and so as I just ease the cup down just a little my FULLY ERECT nipple slips out and brushes across the tip of the slaves tongue hard… I gasp as it feels as intense as an electric shock as my nipple slips over the slaves hot wet tongue then as I now stand up slowly away from the slave I can see his eyes unable to leave my exposed long hard nipple as it stands right out from my round firm breast and as I look down to his crotch I see that I am REALLY having the desired effect upon him… I smile to myself as I think of how he will be made to pay for his lack of self-control later…

I now tell the slave:

"Keep your tongue out until I have finished with you COMPLETELY!"

The slave, now laid completely helpless and with his tongue pushed right out is forced to watch as I slowly lift my feet up one at a time onto the side of the bench so that I can slowly pull down the zip and remove my riding boots then I climb up onto the bench so that my feet are positioned on either side of the slaves head as I slowly unzip my skin tight jodhpurs and ease them carefully down over my bottom and then down my thighs.

Of course I am not wearing any panties at all and I am now lowering myself further and further down over the slaves face so that I can make FULL use of his tongue. He already knows that if he does not please me then he will be the subject of a VERY cruel and prolonged reminder with my favourite leather single-tail… I am sure that I will be FULLY satisfied…

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