Kelly’s Kinky Horse Play by JDSavanyu
“Kelly’s Kinky Horse Play”
by J.D. Savanyu
(Part three of the Kelly Kross saga)
Kelly Kross was feeling kinky on a perfect summer day, on her boyfriend’s thousand-acre ranch. She saddled up Highfly while Casey Tibbs saddled up Traveler. She spurred her big red stallion into action, climbing a steep wooded hill next to her cowboy lover on his smaller brown animal. She finally found a man who made her feel alive in more ways than one, and now she had to cut him down to size. With whips and riding crops, of course.
They rode along the rim of a steep ravine at the northern edge of the ranch, somewhere in western Montana, hearing the muffled sound of a rushing stream two hundred feet below. They paused to clear out several trees that fell on the trail during yesterday’s thunderstorm. All that hacking and sawing inspired her toward a different kind of manual labor. The bulging equine muscles between her legs made her even hornier.
Halloween was exactly two months away, and so was her nineteenth birthday. She planned to celebrate the dual occasion with some epic BDSM action at a costume orgy. She’d already fucked two hundred guys over the past six years (and fifty girls, when she was drunk enough.)
“Time for your sub training, Casey,” she beamed while guiding Highfly back toward the stables.
“Whatever, Kelly,” he grunted.
“I’m gonna treat you like a horse, and make you my bitch.”
“This cowboy can’t be broken, babe.”
“Even the wildest horse can be broken. Let’s put these stallions back in the stable, and get you saddled up.”
“You been watching too much of that kink.com bullshit.”
Casey brought Traveler to a halt and dismounted onto amber waves of barley.
“If you don’t learn your lesson, you ain’t gettin’ no dessert tonight.”
He sighed defeatedly. “Whatever, Kelly.”
“Good boy,” Kelly beamed while getting off her trusty steed. “I’m gonna make a Derby winner out of you.”
She opened the stable doors and led Highfly toward a twelve-by-twelve cedar stall. An orange tabby cat swooped down from the hayloft with a dead rat between its jaws, spooking Traveler. Casey calmed him down skillfully and eased him into the adjacent stall. He was twelve years older than Kelly, and his refined cowboy mystique melted her barely legal heart like butter.
She went to a shelf full of riding accessories and grabbed a genuine leather riding whip and a bunch of farm rope. Then she went over to a small two-wheeled horse cart and shot her boyfriend a sly grin.
“Come on, horsey. Take off those silly clothes so I can admire your big muscles.”
Casey grunted indignantly, and obeyed her order with a typical bemused smirk. Kelly’s face lit up when his sizable penis emerged from his boxers.
“What a big cock you have, horsey!”
“All the better to pound your pussy with.”
“Horses don’t talk, so shut your trap.”
“Whatever,” Casey grunted. The wind picked up across the Montana Badlands, wafting fresh mountain air into the stable and clearing out the rustic aroma of horse shit.
“It’s such a nice day, horsey. I think I’ll tie you up to that carriage and go for a little ride.” She nudged her naked lover toward a small one-seat riding carriage that looked like a relic from the Wild West. She tied a makeshift harness around Casey’s torso, and connected it to the leather bridle straps that dangled from the front of the carriage.
“There you go, horsey,” she cooed sweetly while stroking his ripped pecs. “We’re all ready for an afternoon promenade.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Casey muttered.
“You shut the fuck up!”
She whipped him three times on the chest with the riding crop, and he recoiled in pain.
“I better silence that big mouth with a little steel.”
Kelly grabbed a metal horse bit from the shelf and shoved it in his mouth, rendering his voice unintelligible. She fastened it securely around his head with rope and attached a leather rein near his neck, with the other end hooked next to the leather seat.
“Now you look even more like a farm colt,” she giggled. “Whinny for me, boy.”
He snarled at her through the makeshift mouthgag.
“I said whinny!”
She whipped the back of his shoulders with the riding crop, and he uttered a light “reee-heh-heh-heh.”
She whipped him again. “Louder.”
“Reee-heh-heh-heh.”
She whipped him again. “Louder!”
“Reee-heh-heh-heh!”
She whipped him again. “LOUDER!”
“REEE-HEH-HEH-HEH!”
Highfly and Traveler turned their heads curiously while Kelly giggled like a country schoolgirl.
“Good boy. Now listen up. I’m a hard fucking domme, and I demand total discipline from my subs. Do you promise to be my loyal little horsey, and do everything I fucking say?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Uh-huh,” she murmured pleasantly while climbing aboard the carriage. She grabbed the reins with one hand, and grabbed a riding whip with the other. She deliver a solid lash to the back of his shoulders.
“Yah, horsey!”
Casey just stood there in comical disbelief.
“Yah means get moving, ya fuckin’ idiot!”
She whipped him again, and he grunted angrily. He put one foot in front of the other, and the carriage lurched into action, rolling slowly toward the barnyard. This was the first time she ever tried dominatrix horse play, but she fantasized about it ever she was fourteen. It started as an idle revenge fantasy during those long dark nights with her abusive alcoholic cowboy father. She was all grown up now, and making the whole world pay for her fucked-up childhood.
The carriage emerged into the glorious sunshine, making her power trip feel even better.
“I love how the sunshine gleams on your bare ass.”
“Ree-hee-hee-hee,” he muttered through the bit. She gazed around at the gorgeous Montana scenery and saw a gaggle of Canada geese swimming in a small lake. Turning her head to the left, she saw a brown colt and a white mare chewing hay in a fenced-in pasture.
“Everything looks better from a horse-drawn carriage. Even better when the horse is two-legged.”
“Fuh yoo, beff,“ he muttered softly.
“Yah, horsey!” She whipped him harder on the ass. “Pick up the pace to a steady trot.”
His leg muscles were strong as steel, yet he struggled to pull two hundred pounds of wood and another hundred pounds of flesh and bone across a yard that was recently softened by an inch of rain.
“Turn right, horsey.” She yanked the reins toward the lake, and he grunted louder. His glutes and quads sprang into high definition with every step. It made her hot under the collar, and wet between her legs. She slipped her left hand underneath her blue jeans and squeezed her clit while humming pleasantly.
The carriage slowly approached the water. Casey got sweatier and sweatier, and his breath got louder and louder. He started slowing down, so she whipped him again on the back of his shoulders.
“Never slow down without my permission, ya fuckin’ turd kicker!”
“Reee-hee-hee-hee!” he replied angrily while resuming the steady trot. Two minutes later, he finally reached the lake. Kelly pulled back on the reins, jerking his head up toward a pure blue sky.
“Whoa, horsey. Whoooa,” she said soothingly. She tossed her shiny brown hair, dismounted the carriage, and admired the shiny Rocky Mountain water next to her sweat-drenched cowboy lover. “Pulling a cart is hard work, eh horsey?”