The Major's Pretty Baby Face Chapter 4 free porn video

By Beagle9690
May 2013

I awoke the next morning refreshed hugging one of my pillows and pleasantly aroused. My nipples were firm and sensitive where they pressed up against it.
My pussy was now forever permanently hairless and sensuously smooth to expose the flower of my womanhood to my Master’s lips and tongue....or this morning to my fingers.

Matthew encourages me to explore my sexuality. So in my free time, I have secretly read Mary’s entire collection of Erotica.

I closed my eyes and lay back to pleasure myself snuggling comfortably down into my pillows; one can never have too many pillows on their bed.

I slowly slid the middle finger of my right hand down my body from the base of my neck and down in-between my breasts, past my firm flat stomach to my crouch.

I was breathing deeply, totally relaxed, thinking of Matthew’s muscular body and how he kisses me with such testosterone laden passion; our tongues intertwined, fluttering and probing.

I could almost feel his hard pulsating cock pressed up against me, or pulsating in my mouth, his rich and delicious creamy seed for me to swallow.

I was caressing my breasts with my other hand, pretending it was my Master’s. Matthew can make me orgasm merely by caressing my full round breasts.

I rubbed my bare and smooth vagina with the palm of my hand stimulating myself until I was practically dripping in my arousal; until I was ready to use my index and middle finger to stroke around the outer lips of my vagina and then towards my clit throwing my head back in ecstasy.

My breathing was heavy now and I was moaning softly every now and again. I then made my way to the opening of my vagina; my middle finger entering, a second and a third.

My legs were spread wide and at this moment while I was ravishing my vagina and clitoris with my both hands; rubbing my smooth hairless mound. Soon my orgasm washed over me in sweet release. I must tell my Master about masturbating when I see him next, explaining it in detail.

I wish I knew why the Major won’t lock his office door and ravish me during work hours.... I do know, nevertheless Matthew allows me to pleasure myself twice a week during those times he can’t take care of my needs....well perhaps this morning when I get to work two hours early.....

I dressed conservatively and professionally as always for work choosing a simple blue dress with three quarter sleeves and a lace collar.

I packed a soft sided suitcase with several changes of clothing just in case my Matthew arranged for an earlier appointment to have my labia pierced for my captive bead ring.

Matthew might surprise me and we would be going on an overnight business trip.

I also brought my portfolio with my best paintings and sketches in the event Dr. Andrews was in the building after Janet finished.

I am looking forward to my pussy jewelry; fully aware of its meaning and purpose in the world of Dominant men and submissive women.

Would it truly enhance my arousal as Janet assured me? I’ve never experienced such unbelievable breathtaking and intense multiple orgasms until Matthew...or the little gentle ones such as I experience in the shower.

Can my orgasms possibly be more intense and satisfying after my captive bead ring?

Mary believes some men are intimidated by a woman’s orgasm or they are actually turned off by them. It is also her opinion that many men simply can’t be bothered because they are clueless.

Donald is one of those clueless men only concerned with his own pleasure. Matthew absolutely delights in my orgasms as he delights in me.

My captive bead ring will be another small step in my submissive journey to be his obedient slut kneeling aroused and ready at his feet with my pussy jewelry to prove I am Matthew’s woman.

I know deep in my heart of hearts there is not diamond or any precious gem stone in existence, regardless of its clarity, brilliance, size or cut that can take its place.

My private thought; my heart’s desire.... is the gift of my captive bead ring will symbolize what a diamond engagement ring represents; a promise of commitment from Matthew who is my lover and my Master.......

I was in my office waiting when Chastity arrived at work. We will be taking a day trip to Saratoga Springs. It’s a 2 hour drive by car and the earlier we start the better.

There is a business deal pending. It will be very profitable should I succeed in my negotiations. It will be very pleasurable regardless and I’m up to the challenge of a difficult woman from what I am told.

Besides being wealthy, Ms. Lucinda Carmichael is somewhat of an eccentric woman in her mid-fifties and at six-five is one inch taller than me. Ms. Carmichael keeps a stable of several horses on her estate and is an avid equestrian.

Lucinda has box seats on the finish line at Saratoga Downs. Interestingly enough she seldom bets more than two dollars on any given race when she bothers to bet at all.

Lucinda primarily goes for the fine dining offered there and the staff can set their watches as to when Lucinda will arrive at her permanently reserved table.

I’m told Ms. Carmichael is generous with her money. She is a Patron of the arts and sponsors several scholarships.

John gave me the referral. This mentioned lady is also his first cousin. Lucinda is not a member of the Community. It is my understanding she marches to her own drum beat and consequently because of it, her circle of friends is small.

John hinted that Lucinda was a bit wild in her youth. She continues to be so on occasion with both men and women; discretely of course, although she has intimidated many prospective male lovers; yet another reason to meet with me personally; a challenge for her.

John insisted I bring Chastity, assuring me his cousin would be charmed by her, as was he...no more than charmed. John contends Chastity is perfect for me. As my personal secretary I would have brought her regardless.

John advised me ahead of time that Lucinda’s intellect is as sharp as a scalpel and her tongue can be sharper still. In the final analysis Ms. Carmichael also wants someone she can trust to insure her small but very valuable art collection......

Matthew was waiting for me when I arrived. He was leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the desk with a faded and frayed green fatigue cap pulled down over his eyes.

“Good morning beautiful. Do you have a kiss for me?” he asked pushing his cap up and standing to walk over to greet me.

The Major was dressed casually in button-down blue jeans and a white oxford long sleeve shirt with the sleeves partially rolled up. Matthew was also wearing his well worn and comfortable Russell double sole leather moccasins, a very good sign.

This most likely means we were taking a day trip or longer and I wondered where.

I put my arms around Matthew’s neck and kissed his lips too enjoy the sexual tingle from the top of my head to the tip of my toes.

“Good morning Sir. Are you going somewhere?”

“We are going to Saratoga Springs. This is a day trip under most circumstances although I booked us adjoining rooms.

I will tell you the details on the way down. I think you will enjoy meeting Ms. Lucinda Carmichael in more ways than you might imagine.

This will be your first opportunity to run with the big dogs. Did you bring a change of clothing?”

“Yes Sir. I also brought my portfolio in case you arranged for an early appointment with Janet. I thought we might visit with Dr. Andrews afterward.”

“Perfect and most appropriate; you will when the time comes. That time is next Friday. I have decided to take you to Janet myself. Why should Mary have all the fun?”

The Major put his arms around my waist and kissed my lips....more tingling.

“There is room to hang your dress in my garment bag; need I say more.....?”

I changed in Matthew’s bathroom into my green corduroy jumper red leotards underneath. I changed from my navy-blue pumps to white Nike sneakers.

“Leave your hair up for now, Chastity, and one more thing, turn around please.”

When I did Matthew put the fine sterling silver chain with my handcuff key around my neck, “We may need this key later today. I put yours and another pair of plain blued-steel bracelets in your purse. Shall we leave.....?”

We stopped once on Interstate-90 at a rest-area for a bathroom and coffee break. As he always does, Matthew opened the door for me and offered his hand to help me out....his mother raised her son to be an Officer and a gentleman.

I took the Major’s arm and we walked in together separating to go to our restrooms. We would meet in the concourse by the map display before getting our coffee.

Matthew was studying a map when I came out. I walked up behind him and put my arms around his waist to hug him.

“I’m ready for my coffee, Sir,” I said pitting my hands around his waist and hugging him as he folded the map and put it back in its proper slot in the rack. Matthew took my hands in his and squeezed them.

“Well, I never like to keep a Lady waiting; especially one who kisses so nicely.” The Major turned to put his hands on my waist to kiss my lips long and deep in front of everybody, “I’m thinking about another hug and kiss before our coffee to celebrate if nothing else our time alone together............”

We were about 50 miles out from our destination when Matthew decided to exit Interstate 90. I assumed at the time he wanted to take the scenic way along the Mohawk River as we had plenty of time.

Matthew took a secondary route followed by a back road. We turned right off this macadam road onto a hard-packed gravel road between the trees along the river until we stopped in front of two massive concrete filled steel posts sunk deep in the ground with a log chain stretched across.

Matthew got out to unlock the massive security padlock and moved the heavy chain out of our way. After driving through, he reattached the chain to the post locking the padlock in place.

We drove until we arrived at a secluded meadow of wild grasses and sweet clover sprinkled with colorful wildflowers. The meadow was surrounded on all sides by oak, chestnut and maple trees. There also was a partial view of the river on the west end in breaks between the trees.

Matthew helped me out of the Land Rover and stated, “We’re going to try something new,” and removed a neatly folded red silk scarf from his rear jeans pocket, “turn around, beautiful.”

I did and Matthew tied the scarf over my eyes as a blindfold while saying “unpin you hair but leave it in a ponytail. You will then strip for me.”

I removed all my clothing except for my sterling silver chain with the handcuff key hanging from my neck. I touched it in question, “Leave it on and put your hands behind your back. We’re going for a little walk.”

The sun kissed grass and clover felt warm and soft underneath my bare feet as Matthew walked me in the direction of a large oak tree in the middle of the sunlit meadow.

“Put your hands above you head Chastity.....excellent.... now bring them closer together.”

I could hear the familiar click as Matthew joined the two pair of handcuffs to make one restraint which he hung above my head on one of the lower branches.

Matthew then snapped the co-joined handcuffs to my wrists leaving me helpless to his uncompromising intentions.

My Master put his arms around my waist and rubbed my flat tummy. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he kissed my cheek; nuzzling his face against mine to lick and nibble on my earlobes. This always gives me goose bumps and makes my skin tingle all over.

Matthew shifted his strong hands to caress and stroke my full round breasts; my sensitive pink nipples hardened instantly at his demanding touch as he continued kissing my neck and face.

Matthew got in front of me and held my face in his hands while he kissed my lips long and deep. It was a long and passionate kiss as our tongues intertwined caressing and probing as if they had minds of their own.

My Master worked his way down my glorious naked body, licking and kissing; first my breasts, licking around the circumference of my hard nipples and then sucking on them.

His hands were everywhere; his were fingers branding me with goose-bumps and tingles wherever he touched me.

I wanted to return Matthew’s caresses. I wanted to touch his hard body with my hands as I pulled against the branch; it was hopeless. I moaned with the pleasure to his touch as I felt my orgasm build.

Soon Matthew’s hands spread my pussy lips to dip his fingers into my wetness, pausing only to taste them as he always does. I wanted to orgasm so bad, however, several times, just as I reached my peak, Matthew would stop, denying me sweet release.

“Do you want to orgasm my pretty slut,” my Master asked standing up to kiss my lips, “perhaps I will make you wait.”

“Please Matthew, I begged, desperately seeking his lips to return his kisses, “Please, Sir; your pretty slut wants to come; please let me come.”

Matthew pinched my nipples, making me gasp, acutely aware of how sensitive they were, the pain heightening my arousal. His fingers began to stroke my clitoris making my whole body shake with pleasure.

His hand on my breasts became rougher and more urgent as he pinched my nipples and put his fingers inside my pussy and began to thrust with fast and forceful motions.

Matthew was slapping my ass with one hand as he ravished my pussy and sweet swollen clit with the fingers of the other.

I was practically screaming as my violent orgasms took over, one after another; not caring who heard me; not caring if I were seen cuffed and naked to a tree.....not caring about anything but them.

Matthew removed my blindfold. He kissed my lips lightly, “You are such a hot horny slut, baby face, with such magnificent violent orgasms; you were screaming when you came.”

Matthew’s face was beaming with pride when he kissed my lips again. It amazes me how far I have come from a frumpy housewife to what I was always meant to be; a submissive slut; a term of endearment to a dominant man who truly appreciates me.

Matthew encourages something I have always loved from childhood to the present; to paint and draw for art’s sake and for my immortal soul.

Here I was naked, handcuffed to a tree, and yet I felt so alive and complete because I was alone with my Master and lover.

Matthew has never said the words (I love you)......I can tell from his eyes alone that he does and that is enough for now.

“Well, beautiful,” he complimented while kissing my lips as he took my hair out of the ponytail, “Shake your head,” and I did, my hair fanning out over my shoulders and back, “pout for me....very nice,” and he kissed my lips again.

“I’m going to take a short nap. You will wake me if you see anyone coming.”

“Yes Sir,” I replied, looking up at my wrist handcuffed to the tree while thinking, ‘Are you really going to keep me like this?’ as he lay down underneath the tree, putting his hands under his head like a pillow and closing his eyes.

“Sir” I said meekly.

“Yes Chastity.”

“Matthew.....Sir!”

“Oh, very well, just this one time,” Matthew said as he stood up to remove the handcuffs, “there’s a blanket on the back seat of the Land Rover,” and he gave my ass a playful swat

“I’m going to count to twenty and you’d better be back with it before then.....one...............”

What a glorious sight Chastity was to my eyes that day as she ran naked through the meadow with her blonde hair streaming behind her. It does my heart good to see her carefree and happy like this.

My baby face quickly returned to spread the blanket near the base of the tree before getting on her knees directly before me to cross her arms behind her back. She knew instinctively what I wanted.....

“Read my mind, pretty slut,” Matthew said as he folded his arms across his chest and looked into my eyes.

I was in no hurry as I unbuttoned the fly of my Master’s classic Levi button-down blue jeans.....I was determined to savor every second of his cock in my mouth from start to finish.

It’s my duty and pleasure after those wonderfully satisfying orgasms to attend too and please him. Matthew’s manhood was straining against his jeans as I pulled his cock and balls out for me to enjoy.

I started by kissing the tip of Matthew’s hard cock. His cock was pulsating and twitching in anticipation with a mind of its own as I licked; I love teasing him this way.

I continued to lick and suck on his hard pulsating cock… probing and teasing him with my tongue and lips....looking up into his eyes as I did so.....looking up into the eyes of my Master. I had half of his cock in my mouth as I licked and sucked; the deep-throating soon to follow

I stopped sucking and licking his cock to lick and suck on his balls making him gasp with pleasure.

As I have said before; Matthew is putty in my hands when I lick and suck on his balls. I playfully teased him as I nibbled, licked and kissed them feeling him shudder with pleasure.

Matthew’s hands were buried in my hair as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth; as I licked and sucked ravenously; savoring every inch of it, all wet and sloppy. I was fantasizing his porn star cock buried up to his balls in my cunt.

I wanted to be on my hands and knees for Matthew to ravish me like a woman, his woman, pulling my long blonde hair while squeezing and pinching my nipples when he impales my cunt with his hard cock, but I mustn’t be selfish.

Matthew’s orgasm was an onslaught of testosterone laden energy as his hard member assaulted my mouth and tongue, followed by a torrent of his thick rich semen flooding my mouth for me to swallow greedily.

I finished my secretarially duties by cleaning his cock and balls with my mouth and tongue; drying them with my hair as any proper and well mannered obedient submissive would.

I secretly imagine Matthew’s cock was mine and mine alone, as I buttoned up his blue jeans and then waited for him to invite me to nap. It was such a simple thing this nap; simply erotic and peaceful, underneath a tree in a sunlit meadow.

Matthew lay down and held his arms out for me to come to him. We cuddled close with his arms wrapped protectively around me as I lay on my side facing away from him.

He fell asleep almost immediately while I didn’t sleep a wink as we lay there quietly for about an hour. I watched as the warm breeze tickled the grass and wild flowers. Too soon it was time to get dressed and leave.

I put my hair up in a nice bun; my hair is another reminder of my submission to Matthew; as is how I must dress and comport myself at all times. My long blonde hair is for his hands only. I’m not allowed to wear it loose or unbound in public unless I am with him. It must always be pinned up or braided. This is a command the Major strictly enforces.

Matthew helped me into the Land Rover and before he closed the door said, “Close your eyes, beautiful.”

I did of course, waiting for permission to open them. Matthew got into the Land Rover and closed his door. I could feel his hands as he put something in my hair by my bun.

“Turn your head and kiss me, baby face,” and when I did he kissed my lips lightly.

“You will keep them closed for the duration of the trip which is about another fifty minutes, or you may nap; don’t you dare peek in the Land Rover’s mirrors.”


We arrived at the Adelphi Hotel Inn at approximately two-thirty. The Adelphi Hotel Inn is a rare High Victorian Hotel Inn from the end of the 19th century. It was built in 1877 during the heyday of when the waters of Saratoga Springs were thought to have medicinal and spiritual curative properties. It once reigned as America’s “Queen of Spas.”

What a grand old lady she is. The Adelphi is furnished almost exclusively with antiques or reproductions from the Victorian Era; our suite included. Matthew arranged for one of the largest available. It is often referred to as a honeymoon suite.

I stopped to look at myself in the large ornate gold gilded framed mirror that took up one wall in the lobby to see a cluster of purple iris in my hair. The Major didn’t say anything about other mirrors.

Matthew was at the front desk checking us in when I caught up to him. I put my arms around his waist to hug him and kiss his cheek as I pressed myself up against his hard lead body to hold on to his muscular arm.

When he finished Matthew turned to look at me and asked, “Did you peek?”

“Yes, Sir I did but not in the Land Rover’s mirror.”

“I’m sure you’re wondering about our little side trip, beautiful. I found the meadow happen stance while drift fishing the River. I’m inexplicably drawn to it. Not too long after finding it I purchased it along with ten acres of the surrounding land.

Afterward I discovered a small abandoned cottage, or should I say the stone foundation of what was once a cottage with a well close by. The water in the well is cold and pure and I intend to rebuild on the foundation someday and use it as a getaway. If there is time we’ll stop again on the way home.”

‘That would explain the blueprint of a Cottage you have locked in your desk drawer. ‘It’s so cozy looking; like a cottage from a Children’s Fairytale Story Book. I wonder if he has taken any woman but me there before,’ were my thoughts.

“Have you ever.....”

I didn’t finish the question because The Major kissed my lips, guessing my thoughts, “No Mary has not been there,” and Matthew kissed my lips again, “Shall we go?” he asked taking his arm in mine, “our bellhop is waiting.”

The bellhop pushed the brass trolley with our luggage to the elevator and then pushed it to our door where Matthew gave him a nice gratuity followed by a hand-shake.

There was a large muscular black man sitting in a folding chair blocking the door to my room. He was dressed neatly in tan slacks and a dark blue polo shirt and I noticed he was wearing spit-polished black brogans.

He stood up and moved the chair out of the away before shaking Matthew’s hand warmly, followed by the brief hug that men do as they slap each other hard on the back trying to outdo each other to see who can hit the hardest.

From the man’s demeanor and ramrod posture I guessed him to be a Marine; should I mention the Marine Emblem tattoo on his arm.

“Magnus, this is Chastity Morgan my Personal Secretary. Chastity, this is Magnus Augustine, former Captain USMC.

The big sissy did his time, barely, but didn’t join the Reserves. He now runs an armed Security and Currier Service that specializes in transporting unique and precious items discretely, quietly and securely.”

“I’m pleased to meet you, Ms. Morgan. This no account bum and I go way back. We were boots together,” Magnus said smiling shaking my hand gently...’goodness,’ I thought, ‘his hands are huge. What an interesting contrast between the two men; Matthew’s muscles are long and ropey while Mr. Augustine’s are the bulging muscles a weight lifter.’

“I’m pleased to meet you Mr. Augustine. How long have you been married?” I asked noticing the plain gold wedding band on his finger.

“Not long enough,” Magnus said displaying a friendly smile, “actually it has been fifteen years of wedded bliss to the love of my life.

Marrying Denise, my Nubian Princess is the best decision I ever made,” and I was thinking, ‘It’s refreshing to meet a man who loves his wife and is not shy to say so; and what a unique term of endearment...my Nubian Princess! I wonder what she
looks like?’

“We have plenty of time before our meeting, Magnus,” Matthew suggested, “would you and Denise care to meet us in the dining room for lunch? Shall we say in an hour?”

“We would; Denise is looking forward to seeing you again and knew you would ask because the children are with their Grandma. I’m sure my Princess will be delighted in meeting Chastity. We’ll meet you there and reserve us a table.....”

The first thing I noticed when I walked into my room was the beautiful bouquet of blue morning glories in a planter on the antique Queen Anne’s Desk. When I walked over to admire them I noticed the small lead glass crystal box in the shape of a heart.

Underneath the crystal heart was a single sheet of white linen parchment folded in three and secured with a red wax seal impressed with Matthew’s initials from his gold signet ring; MTW for Matthew Thomas Wright.

It was addressed to me “Chastity” in Matthew’s bold cursive writing. I broke the wax seal and unfolded it to read a poem written in the same bold cursive.

‘Soft as eiderdown is Chastity’s flaxen hair of gold.
Bluer than morning flowers of glory are Chastity’s eyes that put to shame blue sapphires rare.
Her lips are softer than rose petals when they caress mine.
Chastity is mine to touch, to hold close; to feel the rhythm of her gentle caring heart beating with mine.
It beats softly beneath her breast to inspire my soul to shine as brightly.

Matthew was standing behind me as I turned to him; not so stern or rigid now as he looked at me with loving tenderness in his eyes.

“Matthew, did you write that for me,” I touched his face gently, thinking, ‘No one has ever written poetry to me before...I hear the rhythm of your heart beating with mine....I will always cherish this beautiful poem.’

“Yes and although not the prose of Lord Byron, I was inspired while we soaked in the tub sipping our tea. There is something else; open your heart.”

On one side of the crystal heart was my favorite Belgium chocolate in its familiar gold foil wrapping. On the other side nestled on top of a red silk bag was a pair of stunning white South Sea cultured pearl stud earrings set in 18k yellow gold.

“Oh, Matthew, they’re stunning! Thank you! My poem and now these beautiful pearl earrings; they must have cost you a fortune. Is that why you hired an armed currier service, just for me?”

My head was spinning as I was thinking, ‘The pearls in my necklace are South Sea pearls..... I wish my ears were pierced so that I can put my earrings on now....but a poem! Can you believe it! Matthew hired an armed courier to safely deliver my poem!’

“I did, however I wasn’t sure if they would arrive in time. They were hand selected and matched as closely as possible by a pearl merchant in Japan. Mr. Saito's family has been in the business well over two-hundred years.

That being said, the cost is irrelevant. What good is money if not well spent. As good luck was mine your earrings arrived at the perfect time and good old Magnus took care of the rest.”

Matthew took the chocolate from the crystal heart to remove the gold foil wrapping, “There are 11 pieces in the desk drawer,” he said as he held the heavenly chocolate to up my lips for me to bite.

I bit the chocolate in half and then offered the rest up to his lips as lovers do, letting mine melt into a liquid, as did Matthew. We then kissed.....indescribable chocolate tingles....I can barely wait until Friday to have my ears pierced.

“Your full generous lips now taste like chocolate rose petals, baby-face.”

I put the crystal box on the antique desk to put my arms around his neck to kiss his still chocolate tasting mouth and lips long and deep.

Matthew held me for a moment with his arms around my waist. My head was on his chest and could hear the beating of his heart.

“I’ll tell you a secret baby face,” Matthew started taking my hair down, “I’ve never written poetry to any woman until now. There I finished,” he put the pins and elastic hair tie on the desk.

“You will wear your hair down and loose until our appointment with Ms. Carmichael. Give me your brush and I’ll brush it for you......”

They were waiting for us when we arrived in the dining room and I now understood why Magnus referred to Denise as a Nubian Princess; the woman is stunningly beautiful.

Denise is tall and lithe. She has a way about her that is open and friendly; perhaps nurturing would best describe Denise when she smiles. Denise has soft light brown eyes and creamy brown skin, dark and rich, blemish free...the color of my Belgium chocolate.

Her hair is natural and cut close to her head to accentuate her long neck; gold hoop earrings graced her small ears. Denise’s only jewelry besides the earrings was a gold wedding band, diamond engagement ring and small gold cross on a fine gold chain.

Denise’s dress was form fitting with a traditional African flair; the colors and pattern bright yet tasteful. She was wearing simple leather sandals on her feet.

She and Matthew hugged briefly, kissing each other on the cheek before Matthew introduced Denise to me. Magnus was beaming from ear to ear; there was no doubt in my mind how much he loved his Nubian princess.

Denise and I each ordered a Caesar Salad followed by creamy Lobster Bisque that was the best I ever tasted. Matthew and Magnus had porterhouse steaks; for dessert we all had a nice cherry cordial with our coffee.

The conversation was light and friendly. I imagined I was Matthew’s wife attending a get-together with another couple for a dinner date.

I was interested to learn that Denise is a first grade school teacher. I also learned the Augustine’s have two children; a girl and a boy ages eight and ten.

Denise asked me if I would like to see pictures while the men talked about old times and good naturedly insulted of each other.

Of course I said yes, I adore children. Denise took a small but thick photo album from her purse. Goodness what proud parents they are....the album had pictures from birth to the present....

As always, Chastity made a good impression. She and Denise seemed to hit it off quite well, but then Chastity has a nice charming way with all people.

If I had given her flowers and candy, Chastity would be happy; candy, flowers and her pearl earrings, no less happy.

It is my poem which she treasured the most as I knew she would because for me the poem meant everything. I gave her a piece of myself as she gives to me.

The expression on Chastity’s face as she read it far surpasses the six-grand I paid for the earrings. This is precisely why my beautiful baby-face deserves them........

Our appointment with Ms. Carmichael was for 5:00PM and we drove down the private road to her estate at approximately 4:45 PM.

I was under strict instructions to do exactly as told by while we are there regardless of what happened. I was dressed for business again in my blue dress with my hair put up in a nice bun.

I thought these instructions odd since we were there to inspect her extensive art collection; primarily paintings and sketches for us to write an insurance policy. Matthew advised me Ms. Carmichael’s collection rivaled many small art galleries.

The Mansion was a three story brick house in the elegant Federalist style of Architecture with the original carriage house/ stables constructed of the same red brick. There were several out buildings including the smoke house, ice house and a single story caretaker’s cottage of red brick.

Ms. Carmichael’s Family’s estate dates back to 1820. It is registered as an historical landmark with everything restored to almost original condition excluding electricity, central heating and other modern amenities.

We walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.....no answer.......we rang it again....still no answer.

We turned to the faint sound of hoof-beats in the distance on the brick paved driveway and saw a mounted rider approaching at a fast trot.

The rider slowed the gray stallion down to at walk about 50 yards from the mansion. And of all things she was riding bareback.

Ms Carmichael rode right up to the front steps and Matthew walked down the steps to grab the bridle to help her dismount.

Ms. Carmichael dismounted gracefully with not so much as a hello or a how-do-you do. She started walking towards the barn impatiently snapping her red leather riding crop in the air.

I started to follow her but Matthew stopped me with a hand gesture..........after several seconds, Ms Carmichael stopped walking and turned to us.

“Do you need a written invitation?” she asked loudly and sarcastically, “Gandalf belongs in the stables. Perhaps you think that I keep my horses in my parlor?

Are you afraid of getting honest horse shit on your spit shined shoes Mr. Wright?”

‘This is not beginning well at all!’ I was thinking, ‘the Major said she is a bit of an eccentric, but this?’

“Ms Carmichael. I’m not one of your lackeys or stable hands to be ordered about.”

Matthew led the horse to the porch and tied the horse’s reins to the black iron railing, “I’ll concede that you are the expert on horses and their subsequent rectal and urinary by-products; need I tell you what you can do with them?”

Ms. Carmichael came storming back with an indignant look on her face except now was slapping the riding crop angrily on the side of her boots....wow!

Even off the horse Ms. Carmichael is an imposing woman who no doubt is always accustomed to having her own way.

Lucinda’s long red hair was pulled back in a tight braided chignon at the back of her neck. She was wearing a red checkered flannel shirt tucked in her blue jeans with the jeans tucked into knee high black riding boots.

Lucinda is also a tall woman and big boned. She is perhaps an inch taller than Matthew with the riding boots adding another inch to her height.

She stood in front of Matthew and tapped disrespectfully on his chest with her riding crop to annunciate her indignant anger.

“I was prepared to have you write a five million dollar insurance policy should you meet my criteria. I was open to invest millions in the mutual funds you manage; so far I’m less than impressed by you. Apparently you don’t know your place!”

“Stop hitting me with your riding crop, Lucinda,” Matthew said quietly.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” she asked not stopping.

“You’ll regret it.”

Ms. Carmichael cocked her arm back and hit Matthew’s thigh forcefully with the riding crop. God that had to hurt and no doubt left a welt. The Major didn’t flinch; he merely smiled.

I was instructed not to interfere but I already was beginning to dislike this woman.....how dare she.

“Try and hit me again, Lucinda.”

Ms. Carmichael tried. This time Matthew caught her wrist as the blow descended pulling the riding crop right out of her hand.

He then leveraged Lucinda’s wrist pinning her arm behind her back. In the blink of an eye she face-down on the grass with Matthew sitting on her.

Ms. Carmichael was struggling and cursing up a storm when Matthew said “Chastity, get the plain bracelets ready please.”

I walked over to Matthew to give him the blued handcuffs from my purse thinking ‘Good, now she is going to get her just dessert for hitting you, my love.”

“Don’t claim I didn’t warn you.” My Matthew said calmly as he forcefully spanked Ms. Carmichael’s buttocks with her riding crop, “You’re running with a big dog now Lucinda. This dog has teeth and will bite you back.”

When he finished spanking her, Matthew took the plain blued handcuffs from me and snapped them on her wrists. He took off her riding boots off followed her socks, blue jeans and panties which he handed to me to fold and put neatly in a pile.

When he finished Matthew stood up. Ms. Carmichael rolled to one side managing to get up on her knees. The Major grabbed Lucinda’s hair and held her in place to prevent her from standing. She looked at him defiantly with tears in her green eyes. She hadn’t uttered a sound during the entire spanking.

“As you well know I’m here for reasons other than money. I’ll ask you this one time. Are you up for the challenge?

If not I’ll remove the handcuffs. My secretary and I will leave; otherwise remain silent and we shall see.”

Ms. Carmichael continued to stare at him defiantly, twisting her wrists from side to side in the handcuffs.

“I’ll take your silence as a yes, Lucinda. Listen carefully; from this point on you will remain silent or your next spanking will be on your bare bottom and I won’t hold back. Open your mouth.”

Matthew put her riding crop in it, “Now bite.....very good. You like to play the part of a dominant. I have another role in mind for you. Do you know what will happen to you if you drop it?” Ms. Carmichael nodded her head for yes.

Matthew let go of her hair and walked over and rubbed Gandalf’s face. ”Your stallion is a fine example of an Arabian, Lucinda. He’s obviously very well cared for; I would estimate he stands at 15 hands.

I don’t believe that I will get horse manure on my shoes should we walk to the barn. The surrounding grounds are immaculate so I’ll assume your stables are immaculate.



I’m also aware you are a writer of erotica and a published author writing under the pen name of Horse Mistress.

I also know you fancy yourself a Dominant. There is fact, and then there is fiction; fiction is often followed by wishful thinking which leads to fantasy.

You will answer truthfully now that you have experienced a little taste of what I am capable....stop, don’t get up. Stay kneeling or else.

I’m surmising all your help is gone for the day, correct?” Ms. Carmichael nodded her head for yes.

“Did you prepare a meal or have a meal and/or refreshments prepared for us?” and again Ms. Carmichael nodded yes.

“Excellent, I’m aware you’re a gourmet cook so perhaps we may trade recipes when you learn your place with me. No doubt you will let us play with your bondage toys because if the riding crop is any indication you were hoping to try them on me or Chastity; Am I correct?” Ms. Carmichael nodded yes.

“I’m not one for props or scripts, Lucinda. My methods are my own and I tailor them to the particular woman including you.

I suppose props have their place to elicit orgasmic pleasure in some.....my methods are more basic and subtle. You might say spontaneous to the situation at hand. You may stand.”

My Master removed and opened a large lock blade folding knife from suit his trouser pocket. He always carries a knife of some sort with him. This particular knife is one of a kind.

Its custom made to be both light weight but strong with titanium bolsters and carbon fiber inlays.

The 5” ATS34-steel blade is absolutely razor sharp. Because of the handcuffs, Matthew cut Lucinda’s shirt and bra off before making her to stand naked before us. I could see that Ms. Carmichael is a natural red head from her neatly trimmed pubic mound.

“What a big girl you are, Lucinda,” Matthew commented closing the knife and putting it in his pocket. He took her hair out of the tight braided chignon to let it fall in waves to the middle of her back.

Matthew untied the horse from the porch railing and gave me the reins, “Follow us to the barn with Lucinda’s clothing.”

“May I ride him there, Sir?” I asked while petting Gandalf’s face.

“What a great idea and you certainly may. It slipped my mind about the collection of porcelain horses you had as a child or your fascination with everything horses......and one porcelain pony.

You told me about the summers you spent during your childhood riding on your Uncle Martin’s farm.

Perhaps Lucinda would like to see how a true submissive woman expresses her sexuality, Chastity.

Chastity’s precious submissive sexuality comes to her as naturally as breathing, Lucinda; fact, not fiction or pretend.

Take off all your clothing please, Ms. Morgan.”

As a teenager and especially during the first signs of budding of my womanhood, I often dreamed of riding a horse naked. Particularly after being stimulated and aroused when riding clothed in my Uncle Martin’s gentle gelding.

I imagined then I was one of Epona’s, the Celtic goddess of horses’ handmaidens. In my dreams I would ride the mighty winged steed Pegasus naked and free as he galloped through the clouds of my imagination. I often wished I had the courage to ride Silver bareback while I was naked.

Often times I would lie unseen in the tall grass and pleasure myself while I let Silver wander to graze on a hobble. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like feeling those powerful muscles moving beneath me as Silver ran.

My Uncle Martin named his horse after the Lone Ranger’s horse. I thought it so cool at the time and I still do. Silver has departed this earth to a good horse’s reward in heaven; Hi-ho, Silver my loyal childhood steed and dear gentle equine companion.

I realize now from reading erotica the horse represents the quintessential phallic pleasure; the romantic ideal of a strong and protective lover; a phallic symbol of fertility and my desire to conceive children.

Donald never wanted to adopt. He stated and I quote, “I refuse to raise other people’s castoff mistakes”.

I discussed my desire for children and my inability to conceive with Matthew while we cuddled in our hammock looking up at the stars. Afterward he was quiet and thoughtful until he spoke.

“I don’t know what God’s plan is for you, Chastity, except to say God has given you free will to choose and here we are. God blessed you with the ability to conceive and bring forth lifelike images with your hands. It would be a sin not to embrace your gift”

While I undressed, leaving on my silver sterling silver chain with the handcuff key as before I was thinking, “and now my free will allows me to bring forth and embrace my sexuality,’ as I dropped my clothing onto the grass to stand gloriously naked at my Master’s command.

“Chastity is magnificent, is she not, Lucinda? Take your hair down, baby face.....excellent...now shake your head....marvelous! Did you know Chastity is an artist; she paints and draws to make life like images on paper?”

My Master walked over to me, “Lift your foot and put it in my hands so I can help you up. I’ll assume mounting a horse naked and without stirrups needs some practice,” and after I was on Gandalf’s back. “Gandalf is beautiful, Ms Carmichael, thank you for allowing me to ride him.”

I was still annoyed she dared to hit Matthew as I leaned forward taking the reins to kiss Gandalf’s neck thinking, ‘I finally got my wish.... I really am riding a stallion naked....what a handsome and powerful steed.

“Matthew?” The Major knew what I was going to ask him. “Yes, you may ride him for a little while in sight of the house. Just be available when I call.....”

“Well Ms. Carmichael,” I asked after Chastity rode off, “have you ever ridden naked bareback?” and she shook her head for no, “what a shame. Let’s see what surprises you have for us in the barn.”

I grabbed Lucinda’s hair at the nape of her neck giving her head a little tug, “I’m positive it will be enjoyable. I’ve never had a woman who is taller than me before. I’m looking forward to it. “

We walked to the barn and once there I observed two other horses, geldings not stallions, watching us calmly from their stalls. One was a chestnut brown Jutland at approximately 16 hands and the other a black American quarter horse close to 17 hands. Lucinda has a rather eclectic although somewhat fitting small menagerie of equines.

We stopped in front of their stalls where I looked at the brass plates with their names engraved on them. Brownie was the Jutland’s name while Blackie was the American Quarter Horse; naturally Gandalf’s stall was empty.

There were two long rectangular tables at the far end of the barn that were covered with red satin tablecloths. It was obvious the tablecloths were meant to conceal objects underneath.

On the floor adjacent to the tables were thick mats similar to what one would find in gymnasiums. The mats were centered underneath a 4”x4” diameter horizontal wood beam that was anchored to the walls on identical vertical wood beams bolted to the walls.

The horizontal beam rose nine feet from the floor. There were eyebolts and hooks on the bottom to attach various bondage devices.

“Well, Lucinda,” I commented as I played with her well cared for wavy and silky red hair, “what surprises shall we find underneath the tablecloths?”

Twisting long red hair in my hand like a leash, I led her to the tables and removed the covering.

I shook my head in disbelief and started to laugh, “Really Ms. Carmichael” I continued laughing “you’re certainly well equipped and well prepared for all BDSM contingences, except for this one.”

On the tables were whips of various materials and configurations, dildos, ball gags, jaw spreaders plus leather wrist and ankles cuffs. There where body harnesses made of leather or made of chains.

There were nipple clamps, leather and vinyl full head masks, spreaders and truss bars: chastity belts and cock rings, cock and ball toys...there were other things that I can only guess their purpose; the table was like a display in BDSM Emporium.

I seldom use anything except handcuffs with a simple coil of nylon rope. Cruelty and pain for its own sake is not in my nature.

I let go of Lucinda’s hair and walked over to the table. Once there I took off my suit coat, my tie, shoes and socks leaving my trousers on. As an afterthought, I took my knife out, locked it open and put it on top of my suit coat.

I then jumped up grabbing the beam with my hands to pull myself up and stand on it; I walked back and forth while I talked to her.

“What goes on here today shall remain between the three of us. That being said, I can’t be bought and I will not be threatened, Lucinda....Lucinda is so formal, don’t you think.

I demand full obedience and compliance from my submissive women, Lucy. I have broken women with temperaments such as yours, although admittedly none as marvelously imposing or voluptuously substantial or as tall as you.

Be that as it may, all women are the same size when they are lying on their backs.”

I swung myself downward dropping feet first to the mats in order to critique her naked form; much of the defiance was now gone from her green eyes. I removed the riding crop from her mouth and dropped it to the concrete floor.

I took my thumb and forefinger to gently grasp her chin between them to look into her eyes, “Your emerald green eyes are a shade darker than mine......”

Lucinda closed her eyes and tried to turn her head. I grabbed her face roughly applying pressure on either side of her jaw to push her lips out into an exaggerated pout and made her open her eyes.

“Don’t look away from me, Lucy, I’m talking to you,” and I squeezed harder turning her head from side-to-side, “I’ll remove your bracelets and you may fight me if you wish to sort things out once and for all.

Feel free to use the hay fork or anything not nailed down if you dare. I promise you another beating when you fail......shall I remove the handcuffs?” She didn’t answer....”I didn’t think so. I’ll take that as a no.

I can smell the wetness and scent of your arousal Lucy, your sex betrays you.”

I let go of Lucinda’s face to push her hair behind her ears. Leaning forward I now took her face gently between my hands as I kissed her full lips to let my face linger next to hers as I whispered.

“I can smell the perfume in your hair.... Black Lotus most definitely... a scent very rare and costly.....unavailable and
Unknown except to the most discerning and sophisticated of women.... it mixes well to enhance the essence of your natural scent.”

I took a step back and licked my index finger, slowly dragging it from the base of Lucinda’s throat.... down between her breasts to her pussy, my fingers lingering to stroke the curly red hair of her mound, making her tilt her head back, close her eyes and shudder with pleasure.

When I stuck my fingers in to her musky wetness, Lucinda gasped and opened her green eyes; I kissed her lips again and she returned my kisses leaning forward to press her lips against mine.

“I think we gave Chastity enough time, but first.”

I selected a red leather collar with a long red leash that had brass snap hooks on both ends from one of the tables before grabbing her hair and making her kneel on the mats. This time I didn’t have to tug hard for Lucinda to comply.

I buckled the collar around her neck and attached the leash to the collar. I snapped the other end of the leash to a large eyebolt in the overhead beam, jerking upward on the leash to make her stand again.

I contemplated making her wear a leather hood as I played with her full round breasts feeling and watching the nipples harden as I caressed and stroked them with my hands while Lucinda squirmed in place moaning with pleasure.

I decided on a simple blindfold and removed the red silk scarf from my trouser pocket and put that over her eyes tying it snuggly behind her head.................

The experience of being naked and riding a horse bareback is absolutely and gloriously incredible. I had several gentle orgasms as I rode Gandalf.

I let my imagination run wild as I rode looking briefly up into the sky finding shapes and imagining the clouds were Epona’s handmaidens galloping with me from up above.

It was too soon that Matthew came out of the stables to call me back. Nevertheless I was going to do a sketch of a naked woman riding a horse through a meadow, me, the first chance I get. Before we leave here I will draw a charcoal sketch of Gandalf for my portfolio.

I was curious how I would find Ms. Carmichael and/or what Matthew had done with her, and my goodness was I surprised!

There were two tables of sex toys, most that my Master wouldn’t use. The barn was set up as sort as BDSM playroom with the overhead beam for restraints and such.

Lucinda was bound like a woman in an illustrated Erotic Novel as I walked Gandalf into the barn.

Matthew stopped caressing Ms. Carmichael’s breasts and pussy and put his hand to the base of his throat; a non-verbal command for me to remain silent.

I put Gandalf in his stall and closed the gate where he turned around to watch us.

I then obediently got down on my knees next to the Major; Matthew whispered in my ear before continuing to caress Lucinda’s breasts and pussy making her moan and squirm.

Lucinda’s hips were gyrating as she squeezed her legs together while pushing her pussy against Matthew’s hand. She was desperate for the sweet release of an orgasm.....which he was denying her each time she reached her peak.

I was getting aroused enjoying the change in Ms. Carmichael’s demeanor, thinking ‘You’re not so tough after all, are you Lucy? You’re lucky he didn’t strip you first before beat your bare bottom with the riding crop after you hit him with it!’

When Matthew looked at me and smiled nodding his head I walked over to several bales of hay adjacent to the mats.

They were covered with a horse blanket and I removed it. Matthew unsnapped Lucinda’s leash from the collar and wrapped his hand in her long red hair to bring her over to the stacked hay bales.

Letting go of her hair, the Major took off his suit pants and boxers giving them to me to place neatly on the table with the rest of his clothing. I was right; there was an ugly welt on his thigh!

Matthew then forced Lucinda to bend over the hay bales with her breasts and stomach pressing into them as he straddled her dripping and welcoming pussy with his cock.

He leaned forward until his face was close to hers and said, “You’re my bitch, Lucy, if only for today and it has been my pleasure to put you in your proper place.”

Matthew entered her without further fanfare, pushing slowly, making her gasp and moan while stretching her wet pussy until bitch Lucy, and I can’t think of her in any other way now, even though I will never say it out loud; the bitch could feel his balls caressing her ass cheeks.

As I took off her blindfold, Lucy looked up at me with such a lascivious smile on her face that I had to smile back. I took her face in my hands and kissed her lips lightly, whispering, “He’s mine so enjoy him while you can.”

Lucy was moaning and squirming from side-to-side, her breasts pressed up against the almost prickly texture of the hay.

I kissed Matthew’s lips long and deep before he began to mercilessly assault her pussy with his cock, holding Lucy in place by her cuffed wrists.

I was getting so horny and aroused I could barely stand it as I caressed my Master’s hard and lean body, pressing and rubbing myself against him. I wanted him to fuck me while she watched.

Matthew brought Lucy to the brink of sweet release several times before she was allowed her orgasm. He would pause and back out allowing me to kiss his lips long and deep while I rubbed his bristly head, as he made her wait to orgasm.

When Matthew determined Lucy had waited long enough his thrusting become more forceful and his porn-star cock appeared even bigger and harder as his balls spanked her ass. Lucy’s breasts were pummeled even more forcefully against the compacted square bales of hay.

I was amazed and astounded when her orgasm consumed her. She squirmed and panted and moaned and said most unladylike, “fuck me harder, fuck me harder” totally unable to control herself as she galloped through her orgasm; as the Major rode her hard like a lathered neighing mare, slapping her ass to the cadence of the gallop....there goes my imagination again.

The sharp intake of Matthew’s breathing and the deep low feral growl in his throat was the only noise he made as he fucked her. Yes he was rough with her; however that is what bitch Lucy wanted and needed.....to be dominated.

I wondered if she was ever a true Dominant as opposed to a pretend one.....I doubted it.

After she came Matthew grabbed her log red hair and anticipating Lucy went down on her knees to suck on his still hard cock.

“Open your mouth bitch and watch your teeth,” he said gruffly giving her head a light cuff as a reminder.

Matthew didn’t bother gathering her hair in his hands as he does with me. He took Lucy’s head in his hands and literally fucked her mouth, deep throating her roughly.

Just before the Major had his orgasm, Matthew withdrew his cock from her mouth, slapping her cheek with it “Look at me Lucy; I want to see your cock eyes looking up at me when I come....open wide and stick out your tongue.”

Lucy was actually smiling as the Major pumped his cock jerking-off to pump his rich creamy seed aiming into her mouth and tongue, some splashing onto Lucy’s face....what a waste of good semen.

I took my finger to wipe some from her cheek tasting it, yum. Matthew nodded approvingly as I removed the remaining semen Lucy couldn’t reach with her tongue to let her lick it off my fingers.

It was hard to believe that Lucy was the same angry imposing woman who had ridden up to us earlier on a grey stallion this afternoon.

This day enforced my respect and confidence in Matthew all the more to embrace and cherish his dominance over me; the Major is the real thing, although I always knew that.

Nevertheless I was still very, very horny; how I could not be after that has happened or all that I witnessed today; by all rights it was my turn now. Would my Matthew make me wait?

Matthew put his hand on Lucy’s head to stroke her hair most thoughtfully as he studied the both of us.....”Hmm, I suppose I will give you a taste of something that is forbidden to you other than on my terms, Lucy, but first I must set the table for the feast.”

Matthew walked over to one of the tables, picking it up and unceremoniously dumping all the BDSM toys to the floor. He then picked it up in the middle and carried it to the mats before putting it down.

“Chastity, get up here my girl,” Matthew said patting the top of the table with his hand.

I walked over and sat on the table top, my legs dangling over the sides waiting. Matthew was standing behind me so I leaned against him to get comfortable, sliding my ass towards the edge for her to lick my cunt.

“Lucy,” he commanded quietly, pointing to the mat on the floor in front of me. She got up and walked over to get down on her knees on the mat, “so far I’m less than impressed with you,” he said, throwing some of her words back in her face.

“I’ll consider accepting your business under advisement with my Personal Secretary provided you put your tongue to some good constructive use. Afterward I will consult with Ms. Morgan and give you our decision. You may proceed.”

I lay back in my Master’s strong protective arms closing my eyes, hesitatingly inviting the incursion of Lucy’s tongue as she teased and tantalized, pausing to taste and savor the succulent nectar of my womanhood.

At first Lucy’s tongue was fluttering about, pink, wet and warm, fanning my secret desire to experience at least once oral sex with a woman. This was my secret wish and desire granted at my Master’s command.

My hands were in Lucy’s long and soft, silky wavy red hair as I reached back to feel the contrast of Matthew high and tight Marine haircut.

I gathered Lucy’s long hair to pull it forward to cover my groin and stomach as Matthew does with mine, enjoying this marvelous erotic sensation of long hair. He does this with me when we lay in bed and I suck on his cock. I now fully understand why.

Sensing my urgent need as the heat of my smoldering orgasm ignited to flame, Lucy’s tongue slashed and darted, feign and pummeled my clitoris.

It was a purposeful and probing, fueling the inferno of burning hot flames of euphoric rapture as my orgasm consumed me.

I was squirming on the smooth surface of the table, the feast for her mouth, tongue and lips while Matthew held me to keep from sliding off.

And then her tongue was gentle and calm, pink and moist; soothing as Lucy continued licking and kissing as she cleaned my pussy with her tongue; like I clean Matthew’s cock and balls with mine.

In my book, Ms. Carmichael had earned the consideration of us taking her on as a client. Matthew helped me off the table and took me in his arms kissed my lips long and deep.

“It’s good etiquette to thank, Lucy,” Matthew advised me as he gently helped her to her feet. “You obviously enjoyed the attention of her mouth and tongue. Such an opportunity may not happen again for either of you ladies pending the outcome of the consultation.”

I took Lucy’s face in my hands and kissed her lips, “Thank you. You are my first oral experience with a woman, Lucy and it was wonderful.

I forgive you for hitting, Matthew,” and then I simply hugged her....wondering what perfume she was wearing and where I could buy it.

“Well, Ms. Morgan?” the Major asked referring to our consultation.

“I say yes, Mr. Wright.”

“There you have it, Ms. Carmichael, it’s unanimous,” the Major concurred, taking off the handcuffs but leaving the collar on her.

“If it’s not too much trouble, an ice cold glass of IPA or hearty Stout will certainly hit the spot when I join you inside. You two go on ahead, I’m sure you have much to talk about....”

Matthew stayed in the stables for awhile to pet the horses. He does have a gentle side about him with animals, especially with dogs or cats and no doubt saw to it that they were fed and watered.

Lucy and I walked back to the house together stopping to gather our clothing but not bothering to get dressed as if walking around naked was the most natural thing in the world. I stopped to get my portfolio out of the Land Rover to show her my work once we went inside...............

I spent about 45 minutes in the stables attending to the horses before I got dressed and met the ladies inside; watching a grey tabby barn cat that was lurking about.

I coaxed him out with a can of cat food putting it in a bowl that was no doubt his. I watched him as he ate....a simple pleas