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Subject: {ASSM} Unnatural Selection (Femdom)#13
Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 12:10:02 -0400
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                  Part - 13

As the interval between the end of the Feature Presentation routine, and
the beginning of the opening credits to whatever was about to appear on
the screen before me stretched on, all of a sudden this irresistible
impulse overcame me, and as slowly and as quietly as I could manage it
(even though the theater I sat in was completely empty) I unzipped my
fly and reached into my pants, and with quite a bit of difficulty
extricated my painfully erect cock from the cloth prison it was trapped
in.

Just then the screen brightened (which startled me but also gave me an
opportunity to look at my cock, which by then was so hard that the head
was starting to turn this ugly red purple color) and up on the screen
this scene appeared, which was basically showing an old fashioned train
platform (sometime around late spring I judged) which must have been in
England or one of those other European countries by the look of it, at
which point the opening credits started to roll, which after a second or
two of searching my memory banks, I finally realized that the movie that
was now playing before me was a really old Disney flick called The
Horsemaster's!

Only instead of the opening I remembered seeing (when I last saw it a
couple of years ago on TV) what was now being shown on the screen was a
bunch of pretty teenage girls (dressed in various dated costumes) who
were gathered around an older but not much older pretty young woman on
the platform who called herself Janet Hale (who I knew to be the head
riding instructress), and who I noted with interest was dressed in these
really ancient tan colored wool riding jodhpurs with polished black knee
high riding boots, and as well this puffy white cotton blouse, on top of
which she had her hair styled in what looked to me to be this short
tomboyish fashion.

As she held this clipboard and called off the names she had on it one by
one, the girls came up to her at which point (after she checked off
their names) she told them to stand in a certain spot, until after about
three or four minutes, she had collected seven girls who had come in on
the old train that morning, and who were I saw with interest between the
ages of fifteen and seventeen at which point she had them gather around
her where she said to them in this erotic English accent " Okay ladies
go fetch your luggage, and then be so kind as to meet me in the parking
lot where your transport to Royal Oak Riding Academy is waiting" at
which point the scene slowly faded out ( which something in the back of
my mind told me wasn't quite right).

When next it resumed I saw that the girls (now dressed in much the same
riding clothes as Janet) were lined up outside of the stables, in this
large cobblestoned courtyard at which point she was now saying to them "
Okay ladies for this 16 week course you will be assigned a horse to
ride, not only will you ride him but you also will be totally
responsible for his feeding his grooming and for the tack he will wear"
at which point she held forth her clipboard and said ( in a loud voice
again tinged with an English accent ) Dinah you are assigned to Gregory
in stall three, Samantha you have David in stall four, and as the camera
panned round to follow Dinah (who I think was played by Annette
somebody) it showed that the horses that they had been assigned were in
fact rather good looking teenage boys bordering on manhood, who were not
only in stalls but were as well quite naked, with the only exception
being that they wore these funny looking boots, that made them (if
anything) look even more naked, and also as well made them look like
they were constantly walking on their toes all the time.

As the last name was called off (then marked) Janet then went over to
each girl (who was standing next to the stall that held their ponyboy )
and spoke to them, mostly ( I heard) about how to properly feed them and
then told them what tools they needed to fetch so as to do a proper job
of grooming them, and then finally telling them that before the end of
the day that they should go to the tack room and finding each ponyboys
tack, to then start examining it for any rough spots and tears or
breaks, and then if finding any then taking that piece over to her
assistant ( A Miss Mandi Moire) so it could either be fixed or replaced.

Then something happened (as she walked away from the group who were now
in the care of her assistant) as another older middleaged woman (who I
think was the owner of the farm) came up to Janet and told her (in a
thicker accent) "Dear we have a new horse coming in sometime today, will
you please be so kind as to see him properly tacked and stalled" at
which point the older woman handed Janet a piece of pink paper, which
she then carefully looked over at which point she then spoke to the
woman in a very respectful tone "He looks to be a bit on the green side
Mrs Debbon, I think when he arrives I will personally handle his
training until he is properly broken in" so saying she added the paper
to her pile of other papers on the clipboard and almost rudely (I
thought to myself) walked away from her, and then on up this cobblestone
path leading to the back of the house.

Just as she was about to head on in thru one of the estates backdoors,
something that I didn't see made her stop, and after standing there for
a minute or two she then slowly turned around and I swore looked Right
At Me, and what was even stranger was that she then spoke to me
"Peter.... is that you sitting there?? How Dare you sit there and play
with yourself when you knew it was your duty to report in to the head
instructress of this stable" at which point I just sat there and
stupidly stared at her.

Getting this look of impatience on her face she once again spoke to me,
even though I knew it was impossible nevertheless she said to me "Peter
get up out of that seat and march right on over here NOW" which finally
got me into motion as I stood up, and without even bothering to stick my
stick back into my pants, I then slowly walked on down the carpeted isle
towards the front of the theater.

Stopping as I came to this raised platform dais whatever in front of the
screen, I then spotted these steps off to the side which I then
carefully walked up until I suddenly found myself face to face (sort of)
with Janet, at which point I tentatively reached out with my left hand
and touched the screen in front of me .

Expecting to feel the touch of paper or a wall, instead when my hand
came into contact I didn't feel anything, in fact when it didn't stop
but just seemed to continue to go right on into the picture (as I
continued to push) I was in a total shock a my mind simply refused to
believe what my eyes were showing it.

Looking on with amazement as my arm slowly disappeared up to my elbow,
then almost to my shoulder at which point I felt a hand grab my hand on
the other side of the screen, and then before I new it the hand pulled
me into the picture, at which point I found myself standing dazed and
confused on the cobblestone path (that I had seen on the other side of
the screen not a minute ago) looking at Janet who was still grasping my
hand in hers (which for some reason was sending this thrill up my arm).

Standing there looking me up and down with this thoughtful look on her
face the first words out of her mouth were "Well it seems you fancy
yourself my equal, thinking that you can wear clothing when you know
perfectly well men are not allowed to wear anything unless you get
permission" dropping my hand she took a step or two backwards, and after
putting one hand on her hip while the other hand still grasped the
clipboard held against her other hip, she then said to me "Well what are
you waiting for horse STRIP!" at which point I quickly started to remove
all my clothing right there in the open courtyard.

After a frantic minute of pulling, pushing and tugging with a tearing
sound and a few popped buttons, I eventually stood before her naked as a
Jaybird at which point she stepped forward again, and then reached up
and placed her open hand on my chest, which she kept on my body as she
slowly walked around and around me letting her and slip lower and lower
until I felt her hand eventually pause on my left rear ass cheek, at
which point she gave me a hard squeeze before continuing on to my front
at which point she put her hand on my genitals, which she then began to
fondle which took all of my will power to keep still, as I desperately
wanted to thrust my cock into her hand.

Eventually tiring of this game which I suspected she wanted to test
whether I would have been rude enough to to have done that very thing,
she abruptly turned and started to walk back towards the stable, and
turning her head when she sensed that I wasn't following her (but just
standing there like a dummy) she then said to me"Well horse what are you
waiting for Follow Me!" at which point she led me into the tack room,
which felt strange as I walked across the cobblestones on my bare feet
in the warm late spring air, all the while keeping my eyes locked on her
swaying buttocks which had the effect of keeping me rock hard!

Upon entering the tack room I saw that Dinah was there, I suppose
looking over her horses equipment at which point she turned and looked
right at me coming in thru the door, at which point I instinctively
covered my crotch to try to hide my erection, and almost instantly I
felt this burning pain on the back of my hands, which startled me to
look at Janet who I saw was holding this riding crop, which she had just
used to hit my hands with.

Raising her voice she then yelled at me"How Dare You touch your cock and
balls again!! when you know perfectly well that no horse is allowed to
touch itself unless that horse is given permission" at  which point
giving me this stern and thoughtful look she then said to me "well we
will soon fix that".

So saying she told Dinah to go over to the tan colored chest and fetch
her one of the AV's that she would see inside, with (as she gave my cock
a critical looking over) the number nine on it,and then when Dinah came
over to Janet holding this object that looked like a foot long lenght of
radiator hose, Janet then told her to hold onto it, at which point she
then told Dinah to watch and learn how to properly tack a horse.

After opening half a dozen chests near me she began to rummage in them,
and then I saw that the first thing she pulled out was this pair of
heavy leather gloves, that I saw had these stirrups sown onto them at
which point she came over and told me to hold out my arms as she then
put them on me.

Then next thing she bought over to put on me was this pair of boots,
that kinda looked like regular riding boots only differences being that
they had no heel, and where the toe was there was this rubber horse shoe
clued or sewn onto the sole.

Going over to the third chest she then took a bit longer looking for
what she wanted, but eventually I saw that she found what she was
looking for, and coming back with her catch she held up to my inspection
this heavily padded upper body harness, which she then (without
hesitation) proceeded to buckle onto to me, which eventually (after she
fetched some additional lenghts of belt like portions from the chest)
also connected to the stirrup gloves to the main harness portion, which
as a side effect now made the gloves impossible to remove on my own! 

What she then pulled out from the forth chest made me really nervous, as
I saw that it was this horses tail, that was I saw attached to this
rather large butt plug, which after grabbing a half used tube of KY
jelly from the chest she had taken it from she then walked behind me,
and after putting some lube on her index finger (which I saw her do out
of the corner of my eye) she then stuck up my asshole (at which point I
thanked god he didn't have long finger nails) and proceeded to move it
in and out of me until she felt my muscles start to relax.

At that point she withdrew it and then I felt the tip of the lubed plug
touch my shitter, which she then slowly but firmly pushed inside of me
which put more and more pressure on me until at some point I thought
that I couldnt stand it anymore without starting to scream, I then felt
the largest portion of the plug finally pass inside of me, at which
point my asshole shrunk down to grasp the base of the plug which then
felt to me like I had to take a wicked shit! 

Going to the next to the last chest I saw her remove this smaller
harness, and as well this large rubber ball and wide thick collar, which
she then proceeded to buckle onto my head and neck, which had the effect
of keeping my head faciing straight foeward while at the same time
preventint me from looking down at my feet unless that is I then bent my
entire body over.

The final thing I then saw her remove, from the final open chest was
this belt like thing, that I saw had all kinds of smaller staps and
buckles and rings hanging off of it which after she closed the chest she
left on top of while she came back over to Dinah at which point she held
out her hand and took the tube at which point she looked it over
carefully.

Then reaching into her pants pocket she then removed this small object,
that I saw when she ripped open was a condom, at which point she then
knelt down in front of me and slowly rolled it down the lenght of my
throbbing shaft, which when she finished doing she then turned to Dinah
and asked her "Would you like to help me get a semen sample from this
stud??" at which point I saw her give this flushed look, first to me and
then to Janet at which point she nodded her head in the affirmative!  

Telling Dinah to go over to this large chest Janet instructed her to put
the rubber AV device between her legs (with the opening in the rear) and
ten to bend over slighttly and brace her arms on the chest, at which
point Janet then came over to me and hooked this dog leash onto this
ring on my collar, and carefully led me over to her at which point
taking ahold of my cock at its base, Janet then guided the tip of my
shaft into the tube at which point mother nature took over and I started
to madly thrust into it.

Not knowing how long it tok me as all time seemed to stop for me as my
whole world was centered around my made thrusting, eventually I felt the
familar signs of my impending climax, which increased my mad humping
threefold until feeling myself pass the point of no return I shot my
load deep into the tube.

Slowly coming back to my senses as my cock slowly shrunk, I felt my body
as it sent me these multiple singals, like how good it felt to me to be
bent over Dinah as I felt her jodhpurs and her body beneath them against
my hips, and the feel of her shirt covered back aganst my chest, and of
course the wonderful lilac smell of her hair which at that moment I had
my nose buried in............. Then all of a sudden Everything went
BLACK!

Feeling the bed beneath me I then felt hands starting to remove the VR
goggles and earphones at which point after blinking half a dozen times
to clear my vision I saw that the hands belonged to Doctor Gangers.

Sudenly sitting up I felt this strange thing at my crotch, and when I
looked down I saw that my limp shaft was totally exposed and covered in
a layer of sticky cum, which by the look of it I had ejaculated while in
the VR projection.

Thats when it hit me that what I had experienced was not real, at which
point I started to openly cry, as she then leaned over and tightly
hugged me at which point all I could think to say to her was "PLEASE
PLEASE SEND ME BACK".....

To be continued...  



 

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