The arena polo match was deep into the fourth chukka, and they were losing by a goal, but Helen had a clear shot. She swung her mallet. "Damn!" she shouted when the ball sliced off to bang loudly on the wooden boards surrounding the polo arena. It was only a friendly, but Helen was still annoyed. She glanced up at the stands. Sure enough, Angel shook his grey head. She'd be in trouble later. She felt her panties dampen in...

In shadows cast by dim-lit room's embrace, My Mistress's gaze ignites a whispered trace, "Have you heard tales of fields where desires roam?" She whispers soft, igniting curiosity's flame. Her eyes a dance, a beguiling riddle spun, Arousing whispers of the play yet to be done, A world unknown, where inhibitions shed, Her invitation lingers, to follow where she's led. Uncertainty trembles in my searching eyes, As Mistress...

Showing devotion After some time, Maitresse Anne extended her hand, beckoning me to approach. The familiar gesture was a command I had been trained to heed without hesitation. With a sense of reverence, I knelt before her, my body instinctively assuming the submissive position that she had meticulously taught me. As I lowered myself to the ground, I could sense the intense gaze of Michelle and her friends upon me. Their s...

The Invititation. The room was filled with a tranquil ambiance as I gently massaged Maitresse Anne's weary muscles. The soothing strokes of my hands worked to ease away the tensions of the day, allowing her to find solace in the momentary respite. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow, enveloping us in an intimate cocoon of relaxation. As the air grew still, the serene atmosphere was punctuated by the sound of Maitr...

Sunday morning, Nicole was awakened by a commotion outside. She looked at the clock. It was only 6:30 in the morning and Annabelle wasn’t in bed. Nicole hurried into the kitchen and then yelped slightly. Annabelle, Frank, and three farmhands were sitting around the table drinking coffee and eating donuts. “It’s OK, cowgirl,” Annabelle said quickly. “Frank knows everything and so do the farmhands.” She pointed across the t...

Saturday night in the barn was terrible for Nicole. It wasn’t that she was tied up in a stall. It wasn’t that she had only the weird-tasting water to drink. It wasn’t even that she again spent almost two hours with her front hooves against the back wall totally emptying herself. It was the fact that with her front hooves in place she couldn’t cum. The hoof gloves totally encased her fingers and the hooves on the end of th...

When Nicole arrived at the farm, Annabelle was standing in the barnyard waiting for her. “Park the car alongside the house,” Annabelle said. Nicole gripped the steering wheel in fear. She had been planning to use the few moments behind the barn to clean herself off, but now Annabelle was standing next to the car. “What’s all over your back,” Annabelle said harshly as Nicole got out of the car. “I’m sorry, Mistress Ann.” N...

This didn’t start with the Super Bowl. Charlotte and I have been in each other’s faces since we were hired together six years ago. It’s just that this football season seems to have brought things to a head. We are both section heads for Pearson Consulting, and our names are almost the same– she is Charlotte and I am Charlene– but other than that we don’t seem to have anything in common. I’m from the west coast, LA born an...