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STORY.26
The Master Chris Collection
SUBMISSION IN THE WILD WEST
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	Although you were skeptical at first, now that we are on
the plane, heading to Colorado, the idea of a dude ranch seems
kind of attractive. I have spent the last few weeks showing you
brochures and talking you into the idea of spending a week in
the Wild West riding horses and breathing the clean mountain
air. The pressures of work have been unbearable and the thought
of spending time back with nature is too good to pass up. The
plane ride is a couple of hours long and we have two seats next
to each other on the half empty plane. You immediately snuggle
up next to me and I put my arm around you. Once we have taken
off and are cruising on our way, I reach around you to fondle a
breast.

	"Mmmm", you murmur. We haven't had time to think about
sex for awhile and the caressing is appealing. With my other
hand I reach out and undo the top button of your blouse. Then
the second. At the third button, you start to get nervous and as
I reach for the fourth button you instinctively reach up to hold
your blouse closed. I take your hands and gently hold them
behind your back as I loosen the fourth button. I reach in and
gently pull at both of your nipples. As I do so, your breasts
are exposed to the air.

	"Arch your back.", I whisper. Despite yourself, you arch
your back to more fully offer your breasts to me. I reach down
and bite each nipple hard and then I release you. You reach
around and draw your blouse closer together then you go to do up
the buttons.

	"No", I say softly, "Don't do up the buttons, leave them
open. You are nervous but you do as I ask. Your breasts are
covered but the cleavage you now present goes all the way to
your navel. In a way it is more exposing than being naked.
Every once in a while I reach over to caress you again. I play
with your full breasts or I slide a hand up under your skirt to
discover your ever increasing wetness or I simply reach over to
stroke your hair or your neck. The constant stimulation
continues to turn you on until you are literally sitting in a
puddle of excitement.

	By the time the plane lands you are ready to make love
right in the airport but instead, we pick up our bags and get on
the ranch bus. I have allowed you to do only the bottom two
buttons of your blouse and you blush red as men stare openly at
the expanse of flesh is exposed.

	The bus ride is not long. There are 2 other couples with
you and you notice that they are young and attractive, not at
all the old retired types you expected. The ranch itself is also
a pleasant surprise. The decor is modern and comfortable and
your room contains a huge bed as well as a well equipped
bathroom complete with hot-tub. 'This is going to be better than
I imagined.', you think to yourself as you unpack.

	I arrive in the room a moment later and you immediately
slide your horny body up against mine. You have been turned on
all day and you beg for me to allow you some release. I smile at
you as I stand you up.

	"Not yet.", I say in a mischievous voice, "Don't you
want to do some horseback riding?"

	"Uh uh.", you say, "I want a different kind of ride."

	I'm still smiling as I pull you out of the room and
towards the stables. You follow reluctantly. You are still
wearing your light blue skirt and your blouse is still
revealingly opened to show more than you are comfortable with.
The stables are well appointed and you admire the various horses
as we look around. One of the stable hands introduces himself as
Jim.

	"Are you ready to go sir?", he asks me. You look at me
questioningly. Evidently, something has been planned here in
your absence.

	"Sure.", I say. Four horses are led out and I refuse to
answer any of your questions.

	"But I'm not even dressed to go riding.", you protest.

	"Shhhh", I reply. The horses are saddled up and Jim and
what must be his girlfriend mount up. I help you onto a pretty
mare and instruct you to sit, not sidesaddle as you would have
liked but astride the horse thus placing your naked pussy
directly on the leather of the saddle. The warm leather
immediately gets slippery with the juices of your overexcited
pussy. We start out across the empty plain towards the nearby
hills.

	The feeling of the pommel of the saddle rubbing against
your hard clit is driving you to distraction and you have
difficulty concentrating on Jim's steady patter describing the
wilderness around you. After about an hour, you come to the
hills and shortly after that Jim and his friend Peggy come to a
stop beside a little stream in a clearing. The scenery is
beautiful. You are truly away from everything here. You get off
your saddle, careful not to let anyone see that you are wearing
no underpanties and you sit down on the grass to relax.  Your
mind is really on one thing and one thing only; Sex. You see Jim
removing the saddles and letting the horses relax also and a few
minutes later, you are all sitting in a circle on your saddles
passing the canteen around for a drink.

	"So,", says Jim, "this is your submissive lady." You
choke on your drink. Peggy is looking right at you and smiling.

	"Tell me.", she asks, "What have you made her do?"

	"Well,", I say, "First of all, she is not permitted to
wear underclothes of any kind. Secondly, I have had her submit
to strange men and have exhibited her in public. She has had her
pussy shaved, her nipples clipped, her bottom spanked and has
been a slave to both men and women."

	"Mmmmm.", says Peggy. She stands up and looks down at
you. She is wearing a chamois shirt and jeans and has leather
riding boots on her feet. In her right hand is her riding crop.
You feel your heart skip a beat. She is petite but she looks
severe and her presence scares you. You know that you will have
little choice but to obey everything she asks of you. Your hot
pussy is very present and you hope that she won't discover it.

	"Roll over on your belly.", she says. You roll over on
your saddle so you are face down. Your feet and hands are
touching the grass but your bottom is raised and presented to
your audience. You feel a tremor run through your body as you
realize that you are helpless before her. You feel the leather
of her crop slide up along your naked calf and catch the hem of
your skirt. Very, very slowly, she raises the crop and pulls
your skirt higher and higher until it has uncovered your long
tanned thighs. The skirt continues to rise, now revealing your
white tan line and the curve of your buttocks and then finally
comes to rest in a puddle around your waist. The crop now
strokes your long legs carressingly.

	"Spread them.", she commands and you hesitantly let your
legs fall open. She encourages them further and further apart
until you are completely exposed. The tip of the riding crop
explores the hot wet slit of your pussy and then stops. You hear
Peggy sit down and you wait, passively, lying across the warm
leather of your saddle with your bottom upraised and completely
exposed.

	The three of us continue to talk about you as I describe
some of the situations you have been put in. Your face blushes
red as I describe what parts of your body are most sensitive and
what particular variations you enjoy. Peggy is very interested
to hear that you have long nipples that love nipple clips and
that you enjoy being spanked hard.

	"Stand up.", you hear Peggy say. You stand up before her
thankfully allowing your skirt to fall and cover you again.
Your respite is to be short-lived, however.

	"Off with those clothes.", she says. Your fingers are
trembling as you remove your blouse and skirt and stand with
your head bowed awaiting your next instruction. Peggy leads you
over to a nearby tree and attaches your hands together in front
of you. The end of the rope is thrown over a convenient branch
and you feel yourself being stretched upwards. She takes the
opportunity of your helplessness to pinch your sensitive nipples
with her gloved fingers.

	Your ankles are tied next so that you are spread eagled
in front of us. Peggy stands behind you and begins running her
hands across your body. She reaches around to squeeze your
breasts. You moan out loud at the sensation. One of her leather
gloved hands runs down your belly to stroke your pussy.  The
feeling of the cool leather rubbing across your clit has your
whole body twitch and she does it again and again until you are
about to come.

	She walks around to in front of you now and you look
down to see that she has a branch of nettles in one hand. You
close your eyes, hoping that the nettles aren't for you. Of
course they are. You feel the prickly frond rubbing gently
across your left nipple. It is already hard but the irritating
nettles cause it to get so tight that it aches. The right nipple
undergoes the same treatment and although the rubbing of the
nettles stops, their stimulation continues. Immediately you feel
an itch in your nipples that you are begging to scratch.  Your
body squirms in its bonds and your pussy begins to gush its
juices. You feel Peggy playing with your shaved slit and the
tiny sting of the nettles touches your delicate pink pussy lips.
 She pulls back the hood of your clitoris to make sure that it
gets its fair share too. The stimulation is too much for you.

	You are now panting in short ragged breaths and your
whole body is straining at the ropes which bind you. You open
your eyes to see Jim in front of you. He is not wearing any
clothes and his cock is large and thick. You look up at him and
say, "Please."

	He smiles as he comes closer. You feel the tip of his
cock touch your wet pussy and he allows just the head to slide
inside you. You hold your breath waiting for him to thrust into
you, to fill you up. Peggy has moved behind you and all of a
sudden a searing pain strikes your bottom. You body is driven
forward and impales itself deeply on Jim's cock. The riding crop
strikes again and the hot pain thrusts you forward again onto
the unyielding hardness of Jim. The strokes set the rhythm as
Peggy drives you forward again and again. Your bottom is burning
hot by the time she is done and you are crying out with every
thrust of Jim's body into yours.

	Jim holds himself deep in you without moving. You feel
him reach around behind you and grasp one of your hot buttocks
in each of his large rough hands. He pulls them apart to reveal
your hidden hole and the next sensation you feel is Peggy's cool
finger as she lubricates your bottom. Her finger slides in and
out of you and again she sets the rhythm of you pushing yourself
onto Jim's cock. Her finger pulls out and you feel the head of
my cock at your tiny entrance. Very, very gently I slide into
you until you feel my belly pressing up against the heat in your
bottom. You are more filled than you have ever been before in
your life. Your hypersensitive nipples are still stinging
slightly from the nettles as they press into Jim's hairy chest.
Your soaking pussy is stretched to the limit by Jim's thick
organ and your hot bottom is penetrated by my cock. You feel the
two organs pushing and pulling in alternate strokes. As I push
in, Jim pulls out and as I pull out, Jim pushes in.

	Your body takes up a steady rhythm between us as your
hips push harder and harder forwards and backwards trying to get
more of us into you. You turn your head to the side to see Peggy
with a camera taking pictures but by this time you don't care.
Your orgasm starts from the tips of your toes and the depths of
your belly. You start to scream out loud at the feeling, letting
yourself be consumed by it, letting it use you and your body as
you reach a peak and collapse into our arms.

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