Riding Lessons - Chapter 1 By GG Riding Lessons Lesson One. I met Angie at a Christmas party and fell head over heels for her on the spot. She was a gorgeous brunette - just my type - petite, slim with breasts slightly too large for her and a sexy sweet face. At five foot two, she was just perfect for me. Sally, who I had just broken up with, was exactly my height, five foot seven, and when she was in a bitchy mood which was all the time recently, she used to wear high heels to annoy me. Now I really like high heels, but not when your girlfriend is looking down her nose at you. It all came to a head a few weeks before Christmas. We had gone to our local pub and there were some guys standing at the bar. One of them was good looking and about six foot two. Sally had her four inch heels on despite my asking her not to wear them, and well you guessed it - she was all over this guy and ignored me totally for two hours. I had never seen her enjoying herself so much. That was it! I was pretty upset for a while, but then Angie came along and everything is perfect. Well almost perfect. Angie has a consuming passion - and almost only one topic of conversation, and that is horse riding. At the party I had to think quickly. We were really getting on and I was getting high on her perfume - and then she asked me if I could ride. I said no and she looked at me as if I had just farted or something. She looked down at her empty glass and I could tell that she was not interested any more. "Well I haven't done much recently." I said. "I did a lot as a kid but not for years now." I was saved. She asked me to get her another drink and wanted to hear about my horsey exploits. My real riding experience was a five minute go on a donkey at the age of six, and I fell off three times! I must have spent a good hour chatting to her about my fictional horseback adventures and I got away with it, mainly because I could hardly get a word in, and nodded wisely when she went on about running martingales and snaffles and so on - what ever they were. So there I was with a slight problem. Of course she asked me to go riding with her. She goes every Sunday morning at the local stable, sometimes Saturdays as well and a couple of evenings a week in the summer. She used to have her own horse but that became too much hassle when she started working. I had to move fast! The next day I bought a book "Learning to Ride" with lots of pictures in it and all the jargon. Most of the pictures were of this really attractive woman in tight jodhpurs and leather riding boots. I imagined Angie dressed like that and got really turned on. I also bought some time with a convenient sprained back and said I'd be OK in a few weeks. How long did it take to learn and how could I do it without being found out? The local stable was out of bounds and if it was just weekend lessons it may take months. The book told me about "Indoor Schools" so you could have evening lessons in the winter and I thumbed through the Yellow Pages that afternoon. Most of the places in the main ads were no good - too far away or didn't do evenings. Then I saw this small entry. "Riding Lessons. Private establishment with Indoor School" and a local number. I dialled and the phone was answered almost immediately with the most amazingly sexy woman's voice I had ever heard. I explained my need to learn to ride quickly because of a riding holiday I had booked in two weeks time and she said it was no problem. I asked when I could start and she said "Well if you're in that much of a hurry come over this evening." I followed her directions and pulled into the large courtyard of an impressive country house. Being January it was dark but as I arrived some outside lights went on in the courtyard and the stable block which formed one side of it. A barn was on the other side, and lights came on in that as well. There was nobody about but I could see a couple of horses looking out from the stalls so I walked over. I was nervously stroking one of the horses and having second thoughts at the size of it when I heard some footsteps across the yard. I turned around and nearly had a heart attack. She must have been about six foot five - an amazon and stunning! She had the face of a Goddess with long blonde hair flowing down over a stylish designer black leather jacket - short like a flying jacket, and pulled in at the waistband. You could see that she had very full breasts by the way they pushed out the leather. On the phone she sounded super confident and mature so I had put her at around forty, but she was closer to thirty. She was wearing jodhpurs just like in the book and her black leather riding boots crunched loudly over the concrete. I saw a glint of metal at her heel and realised that she was wearing spurs as well. I also noticed a long riding crop dangling from her left wrist by a loop of leather strap at its handle. She flashed me a gorgeous sexy smile and held out a large leather gloved hand. "Hi. I'm Gloria Armitage. Just call me Glo. All my friends do." She shook my hand so firmly that I felt something give and I winced at the stab of pain. She didn't seem to notice and I got the impression that she didn't mean to grip me that hard, and that she could have crushed my hand to pulp if she had wanted to. She held on to it for a few seconds as she smiled down at me and we exchanged pleasantries. "This is Beano." She said, pointing at the smaller horse. "And that's Black Devil, my stallion. You'll be riding Beano of course. Devil is a bit of a handful, even for me." She went into the stall and I saw that Beano was already saddled up. As she led the horse across the yard I walked beside her, and noticed that she was looking me up and down. "Those jeans are OK," she said "but the trainers aren't so good. They haven't got heels, and your foot could slip through the stirrups. What size do you take?" "Er, seven." I said. She grinned. "How dainty!" she said in a playfully mocking way. "I was going to lend you a pair of my boots but I'm a size ten. Not to worry, but you will remember next time, won't you?" I promised. We entered the barn which was in fact the indoor school, and she led Beano across the wood shavings to the centre. She pulled the stirrups down on each side and tightened the girth. I watched and noticed how powerful she looked. I could see huge thigh muscles moving under her jodhpurs and when she strained on the straps of the girth, the mound of her right bicep stretched the leather of her jacket sleeve quite tight. She was definitely not "my type" but she was having an overpowering effect on me. She looked round and caught me staring open mouthed. "Come on then." she said with another sexy grin. "Show me how you mount." She said that in a way which left no doubt that she was being playful. I walked up and she told me to hold the reins in my left hand and put my left foot in the stirrup. When I tried to mount the horse moved slightly and I only got half way. I tried again and the same thing happened. Then I nearly jumped out of my skin as her big gloved hand flew past my head and whacked loudly against the horse's neck with so much force that Beano took a step to the side. "Behave!" she boomed, and then smiled down at me. "He's only being naughty. Always does that with someone new." Beano stood perfectly still as I tried for the third time, but I still couldn't do it. As I was about to try again I felt her hand grip the back of my belt and pull up on it. My right foot came off the ground but I wasn't ready and my left foot slipped out of the stirrup. I thought I was going to hit the ground but then I realised I was hanging in mid air. Glo burst out laughing. She was standing with her left hand on her hip whilst dangling me by my belt with her outstretched right arm. "That's no way to get on a horse!" She giggled and then lowered me to the ground so that I was on all fours. My mind was reeling. I stayed there like a dog for a few seconds just staring at her boots and then came to my senses. I was really annoyed and jumped to my feet scowling at her. "Hey just a minute," I blustered , "I don't like being thrown around like that." The smile vanished from her face and she looked very hurt. "Oh I'm so sorry!" She said, in a genuine tone. "It was just so funny and I forget how strong I am sometimes. I was pumping some heavy weights in my workout this morning and that always makes me a bit playful. " I was still scowling at her and brushing the wood chips off the sleeve of my sweatshirt. She put her hands on my shoulders and smiled sweetly down at me. "You will forgive me, won't you?" she purred. I could feel her hands slowly moving from my shoulders to my upper arms. Her grip tightened as she waited for my answer. "Please ?" she tightened her grip still more and at the same time moved her hands inwards locking my arms to my sides. I just glared at her. "Pretty please ?" The grip on my arms was getting painful and she pushed her hands inwards still more so that my shoulders were hunched up and my chest was beginning to hurt. Then I realised that my feet were dangling off the ground. If I didn't say something I was going to be in big trouble so I blurted out - "I forgive you. Put me down!" She loosened the steel like grip and pushed me slightly so that I fell onto my back. Before I could get up she strode over and planted her right boot on my chest and stood there with her hands on her hips. She wasn't putting all her weight on me but enough so that I couldn't move and had a bit of difficulty breathing. I grabbed her boot and tried to push it off but it wouldn't move a millimetre. I noticed how tiny my hands and wrists looked compared with the size of her foot and calf and I gave up. "And no more tantrums. Do you promise? " She said softly. I felt the anger welling up again, but this time I was scared with it. She obviously had perfected the technique of getting the answer she wanted and I could feel the pressure from the heel of her boot increasing ever so slowly. "Promise ?" I promised - just in time to save my ribs! She lifted her boot and stood astride me while I breathed deeply. My heart was pounding. I was really terrified at what she was going to do next. I've never felt so helpless. She bent down from the waist and gathered up the front of my sweatshirt in her right hand. Then she just straightened up and whisked me to my feet like a rag doll. "Go and get Beano." She snapped and sent me on my way with a swipe from her crop. My ass was stinging badly as I walked over to the corner of the school where the horse was standing. My mind just could not cope with what had happened and I realised that tears were streaming down my cheeks. What was going on ? What could I do ? What was she going to do ? I began to think it was a nightmare, but the pain in my ass told me it was all real. I led Beano back to where she was standing. Before I could try to mount again she just put her hands around my waist from the back and lifted me high into the air before ramming down into the saddle so that my balls were squashed. I yelped with pain. "Don't make such a fuss!" She said, as if she was talking to a small child. She stuffed my feet into the stirrups and showed me how to hold the reins. Then she made a clicking sound with her tongue and whacked Beano's rump lightly with the crop. I bounced about in the saddle as the horse trotted around the perimeter. "Don't hold onto the saddle!" shouted Glo. "And sit up straight." I let go and immediately my feet came out of the stirrups and I slid off to the side, landing painfully. I heard a roar of laughter from the other end of the school. The lesson lasted about two hours and by the end of it I could mount by myself and stay on at the trot for a few circuits at least; but there wasn't one part of my body that wasn't bruised and aching. When I fell off for what must have been the fiftieth time, Glo walked up and stood over me, stroking the end of her crop against my cheek. I was trembling uncontrollably, thinking she was going to punish me, but she just said - "That's enough for now. You've done very well." She left me sitting in the corner of the school and led Beano out across the yard. What was going to happen now ? I felt like making a run for it but I was so afraid of getting her angry. She was obviously playing with me like a toy, but actually teaching me at the same time. I just sat there, with aching limbs and a dazed mind. Soon I heard her shout from the door of the school. "Come on Kevin, or you'll be in the dark! Time for a drink." She wasn't finished with me yet, but I was thirsty as hell and it didn't sound too bad. I needed a drink soon or I would pass out! I had noticed a pub just a few hundred yards from the house and I assumed we were going there, but instead she took me by the arm and walked me over to the front of the large house. She ordered me to take off my trainers at the door, but she didn't bother to remove her riding boots, and didn't even wipe them on the mat. An imposing entrance hall led to a huge lounge with a drinks bar set in one corner. "I live here all alone." she said, waving her crop around. "Do you like it?" I said that I did and she ordered me to pour us both a beer from the wooden barrel standing on the bar. There were some pewter tankards by the side of it and I filled two of them with what looked and smelled like strong ale. I carried them over to where she was reclining on a sofa, resting her right boot on the coffee table in front of it. She didn't seem to mind that her spur was scratching the polished wood. She took the tankard from me and downed the pint in one gulp. Then she did something that just blew my mind! She licked her lips and gave me a really funny look - like I was some tasty little morsel of food she was about to eat. I was watching her tongue as it moved slowly across the underside of her upper lip when I heard a sort of metallic crunching sound. I looked down at her leather gloved right hand which had closed around the heavy tankard and crushed it like a coke can. She opened her hand and held out the flattened, twisted object to me. "Get me another drink, little Kevin." she said calmly. " In a fresh mug. And you'd better drink up to wet your whistle, because its time for you to lick my boots clean!" My knees went weak and I fainted. Riding Lessons - Chapter Two Lesson Two. I drifted in and out of consciousness and in fleeting moments I was aware of being carried. The side of my face was bumping against something hard, covered in whitish material. The world was upside down. I glimpsed black leather and shiny steel. My sluggish mind eventually realised that I was over Glo's shoulder and going up a marble staircase. She was taking the stairs two at a time at a run and I was flapping around, secured by her steel like fingers buried painfully in my thigh. The something hard was her right buttock. We reached a landing and her riding boots made a very loud echoing tock-tock noise on some parquet flooring of a corridor. She carried me through a door and I felt myself flying through the air until I landed on a soft surface. Then I must have passed out again. When I came to I realised I was naked. I propped myself up on one elbow and saw my clothes piled on the floor beside the bed. Even though it was January, the heating must have been very good because it was pleasantly warm. A door to an adjoining room was open and I could hear someone moving around. Glo emerged from the other room and made me jump. She was completely naked and I could not believe her body. No wonder she could toss me around as if I weighed nothing! Every inch of her was covered in beautiful, toned muscle - not angular like a man's but smooth and curvy. She reminded me of a tigress, but with a deep tan instead of stripes. She was drying her hair with a large white towel. My eyes filled with her huge, firm perfectly shaped breasts and terrifying shoulders and biceps. Despite the overwhelming image of power she was amazingly feminine and sexy at the same time. I could do nothing but gape at her. "Shower!" she said in a voice that you did not argue with. She was pointing to the en- suite and as I crawled off the bed, she threw me the towel. I saw her turn and go back into the other room. My mind started to overload again. It said to me - bedroom, naked, shower... RAPE! There was no other possibility. I was her toy in the riding school and now I was going to be her toy in bed. Something made me look down at my willy. It was obviously in shock and had shrunk down to a tiny cocktail sausage, like it did when I went swimming in the sea last April. I showered and then dried myself in the warm room. The lights in the adjoining room went out and then I noticed that all the bulbs in the chandelier above my head were beginning to dim. They went down to about quarter intensity and I held my breath. I half expected Glo to jump out from somewhere and savage me, but nothing happened. I must have waited for about five minutes, absolutely petrified, but still nothing. Perhaps there was to be no rape - no sex. Perhaps she was letting me go to bed here and was already asleep in the other room. I quietly climbed into the bed, and then realised that I should be going home. What was I thinking of! I looked across at the door. It must be locked! She must just want to imprison me. I crept over to it and tried the handle. It wasn't locked at all! Perhaps I was free to go - she had become bored with the game and had left me to find my own way out. My heart started to pound and I made sure that it was the loudest noise in the room as I slipped my clothes on. I had just got my sweatshirt over my head when I looked up and froze. Glo had entered the room without a sound and was standing a few yards from me. She was wearing a bra and knickers in some kind of black material. I suddenly realised that they were made of soft leather! She seemed to tower over me more than ever and I looked down to see that she was wearing high heeled shoes, making her almost seven feet tall! She stood with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her hips. She was licking her upper lip the way I had seen before. "I did not say you could put your clothes on, little Kevin, now did I?" I tried to answer her but I was transfixed and could not form the words. She took a step forward and put her hands either side of my neck. I felt her slip her fingers under the material at the neck of my sweatshirt and then without seeming to use any effort at all, she just stretched her arms out and there was a loud ripping noise as my sweatshirt and the t-shirt under it were torn completely in two! The tattered halves slid from my arms and she let them drop to the floor. Then she locked my head in her huge hands, bent down and kissed me full on the mouth - really hard, almost sucking the air from my lungs. She kissed me so passionately, first sucking and then pushing her tongue into me so far that it blocked off my air! She released my head from the vice grip and cupped her left hand around my neck- her grip tightened again and I thought she was going to snap it just for fun, but she just held it while she continued to kiss me. The fingers of her free right hand ran down my back and under the belt of my jeans. She fondled my buttocks for a while and then gripped the belt at my hip really firmly. Then her left hand released my neck and moved down to grip the belt on the other side. I really thought my back had been broken! She had suddenly jerked her hands outwards and there was a sharp crack. At the same time I felt as if I had been cut in half. She knelt down and effortlessly spread her arms like before, ripping my jeans around the crotch and then tearing them down the legs. When she stood up, she was holding half of the thick leather belt and one shredded leg of the jeans in each hand. My underpants had gone the same way. She licked her lips again and looked my naked body up and down. Then she shook her head slightly and made a tut-tut sound. "You really don't take care of your little body, do you," she said. "And just what I am going to do with THAT, I don't know!" She was eyeing my willy disdainfully. All I could say was "Please let me go. I want to go home now." She laughed. "Without any clothes? I think not." She grabbed me by my bruised left arm and jerked it to the side so that I crashed to the floor. Then she lifted her right foot and I thought she was going to crush my head, but she slid her heel down and trapped my neck under the arched sole. Her foot was so big and the heel so high that my neck survived. "What shall I do with you now, I wonder," she said, looking at me as if I was a slight annoyance to her. She bent down and grabbed me by my left ankle, and releasing my neck just in time to stop my head being pulled off, picked me up using only her left arm, dangled me upside down for a few seconds and then grabbed my wrist and turned me the right way up. She did not seem to be using any effort at all. I was dangling in mid air again, and she was holding me up with just her left arm with her huge hand closed around my right bicep. She straightened her arm out and lifted me a bit higher a few times as if testing my weight. The muscles in her shoulder started to harden and bunch up and she seemed to be getting turned on, because I noticed that she was licking her upper lip again. After a few minutes she lowered me to the floor and smiled. "You're cute," she said and gave me a wide girlish smile that did not fit in with what she was doing to me. "But a bit on the short side. I think it's you that should be wearing the heels!" She kicked off her shoes and ordered me to put them on! For a second I thought of objecting, but I knew what that could mean. I bent down and stood the shoes up side by side and then climbed into them. My feet seemed to disappear into the toes leaving a huge gap at the heels. She laughed cruelly. "You really do have tiny little feet, don't you!" I was about three inches taller but she still towered over me. She gave me a scornful look and walked across the room shaking her head and tut-tutting. Then she laughed and said "No I don't think they suit you. I've never liked them anyway." She came over and grabbed me by my bruised right arm again, lifted me out of the shoes and threw me carelessly onto the bed. Then she bent down and scooped up the shoes, crushing then together with her incredibly powerful fingers. She had them by the heel end and I watched as she looked down at them and tightened her grip so that the veins in her forearm started to show. There were two loud cracks as the heels snapped away. Then seemingly absent-mindedly, she just grabbed the toe ends with her other hand and just ripped them in two like an unwanted piece of junk mail. The torn bits were thrown onto the bed in front of me. "Put those in the waste paper basket. I'm going to use the bathroom." I did as she ordered and found myself going back to the bed because that's what I thought she would want. I had just climbed into it when I was aware of her again. With a few cat-like movements she was on top of me. She held both my wrists above my head with her left hand and entwined her steel legs around mine so that I was being stretched as if I was on a rack! I thought my legs were going to snap like twigs any second. Then she relaxed slightly and ran the fingers of her right hand down the side of my face. "Now I'm going to show you how I ride." She whispered. "We will start at the walk and then go on to the trot and canter. I don't think we can risk the gallop or jumping until you're better trained." I whimpered and she smacked me lightly on the side of the face. She was rubbing her leather knickers into my groin, gently at first and then more powerfully. My balls and willy were being crushed and pummelled. She noticed me grimacing with the pain and stopped. "I think we're going to need the training harness." She released me, rolled off the bed and strode across the room to a large fitted wardrobe. When she opened the door it looked like a tack room inside. There were all sorts of whips and leather straps and other strange objects that I could not recognise. She rummaged around and pulled out something I did recognise, although I had only ever seen pictures of it. She walked back towards the bed carrying a huge strap-on dildo. It must have been well over a foot long and nearly three inches in diameter! Oh no, I thought. This is it! She's going to take me up the ass and I am going to die. With the power in her body she could split me in two and disembowel me with that thing. "Please don't!" I screamed "You'll kill me. Please!" She just looked at me pityingly and said "Don't be so silly. Now lie still while I make you into a stallion. I always prefer to ride stallions." Instead of what I had thought, she started strapping the dildo onto me! I noticed that it had something at the base of the willy that looked like a cricket box, and she placed this cup over my genitals and did up the straps around my back and the tops of my legs. The dildo was hard and heavy as if it was made out of metal. It also seemed to be hollow so that an erect penis could go up the inside. "Umm!" She purred. "That's more like it. You're a rival for Black Devil now!" She pushed me down and flattened my chest into the duvet with the palm of her left hand. Then she straddled me and got my wrists above my head as before. I was helpless. I could not fight her or reason with her. All I could do was lie there and take what was to come. Her long blonde hair fell down onto my face as she slowly rubbed herself on the dildo. She hadn't removed her leather knickers and when she pushed down, they were forced up into her pussy, her weight driving my hips down into the bed. Then she gave a powerful thrust and there was a tearing sound. The dildo had gone right through the leather and penetrated her up to the hilt. She let out a scream of pleasure and ripped off her leather bra as if it was made of paper. She rode me faster and faster for what must have been five minutes but she didn't look at me at all. She had her eyes shut and seemed to be in a trance most of the time. I was being pounded and twisted and all I could think of through the pain was whether my arms or legs would break first. I think I'm still here to tell this story because she let go of my wrists just before she came. She spread out her arms and grabbed the two short ornamental metal posts at the head of the bed, at the same time unwrapping her legs from mine, and then let out a deafening almost animal-like yell. The pounding stopped. I was going to live. She was motionless apart from deep rhythmical breathing which pushed her huge firm breasts into my chest. I became conscious of how heavy she was on top of me now that she was still. After what must have been ten minutes she stirred, and as if we had been petting gently, kissed me softly on the cheek. "I'm sorry if I was a bit rough," she whispered, "I've been feeling so randy all week. I promise to be more gentle with you next time." She climbed off the dildo and kissed me gently again before walking slowly through the adjoining door, closing it behind her. I looked down at the huge false erection. It was glistening but seemed to be dented and twisted somehow. I thought it must be my swimming blurred vision. I reached down and painfully unstrapped it, throwing it to the floor. None of my bones seemed to be broken and it seemed I had no choice but to spend the night right where I was and see what the morning brought. The last things I noticed that day were the brass bed posts. They were crushed and twisted as if they had been under a steamroller.