Riding Mistress

Whip & Reins

A Fantasy of a Psychologist


I'm no racist and believe that all the people are equal regardless of race and ethnicity,
but----
I wish to get a dark skinned boy and treat him like my slave.

I'll go to a tropical resort for vacation.
There, a luxurious cottage-style accommodation with perfect security system has been booked previously for ten days.
Soon after I arrive at the resort I'll go to a beach or bars where boys of some kind gather around, waiting to be picked up by wealthy women.
I'll hunt out a good-looking boy, younger than me, with potential ability to be what I would like to make him. And he must be clever. It may be take a few days to find him.

I'll take the boy to my room to make an overnight contract.
I'll offer him a price ten times as much as what he usually gets in such a case, provided that he will be paid only when he succeeds to fulfill all my demands.

At the beginning I will use him as my servant. I have him serve at lunch table. I make him massage my body. When I take a midday nap, I order him fan my face with a big round fan.
After the nap, I make him help to take off my clothes to take a shower.
Then I'll take off his and wash him up.
I know the boy is stimulated sexual desire with my body. But he is not so imprudent to do anything wrong to me. He is a good boy. He is clever.

Then I will teach him how to show respect to his mistress. He shall kneel down and kiss my shoes. He shall take my shoe off to lick my bare toes and sole. I order him to do a chain of humiliating things like these, to accustom him to accepting total obedience to me.
He will refuse to obey these orders out of a sense of humiliation. But I will make him to carry out my demands, often reminding him of the reward.

I'll train the boy with a carrot-and-stick policy.
I'll scold him, without restraint, for his awkward service. Sometimes I'll even punish him with a whip. But I'll encourage him with praise when he improves his skill to serve me.
I'll subdue the handsome, unyielding spirited boy. I'll break down his spirit. I'll dominate over him as his almighty mistress.
My obedience training takes effect. The boy comes to know the delight of unquestioning obedience. It becomes great pleasure for him to kneel down under me, to be humiliated by me.
He comes to obey any order of mine willingly. Now I don't have to remind him of the monetary reward.

Oh, the almighty money!
It is not that I can make him do anything by tempting him with money.
Real reason is that the money offers him an excuse to his own pride. He can explain himself that he obeys to my demands not because he loves to do it but because this is a great business chance to earn much money. Isn't it manly behavior to endure ordeals to earn money?
Actually he is now fascinated with novel, curious pleasure to submit to a beautiful woman. Money doesn't matter to him.
But the boy does not realize his own subconscious.

A while before my bedtime, I'll take light exercise with my boy. It is 'light' only to me. I'll enjoy indoor horseback riding.
I make my boy a horse and sit astride him. I'll ride him around the rooms. Around and around, as much as I like.
At the start, the high-spirited colt crawls vigorously with my body on his back.
But soon he becomes tired and slows down.
I encourage my colt, petting his buttocks with my crop relentlessly.
Skin of the colt becomes wet and slippery with foam. I squeeze his body with my tights tightly to hold myself.
His breaths are coming faster.
Is he really worn out?
Or is he over-excited to be tormented by me?

In the course of time my colt whines. He is too tired to go forward any more.
Do I show any mercy to the poor boy? No. With a smile, I pull up the reins to make his chin up, literally. I'll torture him to my heart's content.

I am satisfied with the sport. I sit on the edge of the bed to take a rest.
I make my boy kneel down between my legs. I order him to wipe the moisture off a drenched part of mine, using his tongue for tissue.
Before I lie down to sleep, I put a collar around the neck of the boy, lock it and chain him to a leg of the bed like a dog.

Next morning I'll pay promised reward to him and say good bye.
But I know the relationship between us does not end.
Because my boy is far gone on me. He is fascinated with my physical beauty. With sweet humiliation given by me.
Early in the afternoon I get a telephone call. From the boy.
"I have been thinking it over", he will say, "that I have to serve you a little bit more to repay for much money you gave me."
Money is really almighty. It disguises his real motive, that is, queer, shameful desire to be subdued and humiliated by me. If I were just one of middle-aged plain women whom he entertains every day, he would not care how much money he might fleece of.
He is dying to kneel down at my feet.
I'll grant his plea and allow him to serve me.

Oh, lovely boy!
My faithful pet.
I'll train you to make you a good slave of me.
You are born to serve me, to entertain me,
to be a handy, useful, all-purpose tool,
a living toy of me.


When I am sitting on a chair or a couch, he shall always be kneeling down at my feet
so that I can relish the touch of the handsome boy's tongue wiping my toes, soles, insteps and heels.
When I go to the toilet he shall be in attendance, to use his tongue to wipe away
the pubic dew of mine after I let my bladder loose.
And........

I am engrossed in thought like this.
I am an immoral woman.


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