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He sat back and sipped his drink.

Jez walked casually across the backyard as she puttered with this and that.  He could tell from her attire that she was in the mood for riding.  Her leather boots were laced, and her tight, red top concealed very little of her curvaceous figure.  

The best part was her lack of breeches.  Normally, she’d be wearing skin-tight, thin breeches which fit like second skin.  He enjoyed how it fit up into her the curves of her ass so it flossed her.  She knew he did, so she bought them that way.  Jez also knew when he’d rather have her bare, which he did right now.

Why?  She glanced back towards him with the soft smile of a lioness who knows she has pleased her lion.  Her well-defined ass was awash in red, angry lines that crisscrossed her cheeks.  They didn’t bleed, but it was close.  He knew how to get them just…close enough.  Knowing him as she did so well, she turned the other cheek quite literally and bent forward slightly to afford him a better view.

He held up his drink in salute, and she nodded her acceptance of his praise.  She didn’t need to hear the Good Girl.  She knew it was there.  She knew she was one.  She knew she was his Good Girl.  She knew she was his.

Half an hour earlier, she’d been prone over the back of the tantric couch with her naked ass high as he whipped her with growing speed and ferocity.  She’d begged to be flogged across her back for quite a while, then begged to be whipped on her ass.  Jez knew her master and knew he loved whipping that part of her. 

Over and over, the sound of the galley whip tendrils whistled and snapped across her exposed skin.  She whimpered at first, then her sobs became soft.  It ended up in deep moans as her body stretched out and begged for more.

“Good?” He’d asked her.  As her master, he didn’t need to check, but he liked to check, and it was that trust in him that made her so completely his.  

Her eyes were glazed as she turned her head and nodded slowly.

“Words.” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.” She murmured and gasped as he hit the right spot just at the top of her thighs and lower bottom.  “Please, please, more?” She begged and bit her lower lip.

“Good girl.” He crooned and gave he rmore.

Her body began to writhe a little, and her thighs stretched.  Her moans were increasing in number and passion.  She was close!

“Give in to it.” He commanded her.  “Give it to me.” He told her.

She gasped, and her face contorted for a moment.  He gave her his best strokes then, as she grew rigid, and then let out a jubilant sigh of pleasure.  

“You don’t get to stop now.” He warned her.  “Keep it going.”

She nodded slightly in obedience and bowed her head.

He whipped her into two more orgasms before she blurted out her pleading to be allowed to stop.  “Please?” Her voice was ragged.

She’d been good to him, so he showed her some mercy and relented.

Her body shook, and sweat poured off of her.  Her breathing was loud as she came back around to center herself.

He let the leather brush over her glowing skin on her back and her ass.  She was magnificent!  She was so gorgeous,s wearing his mark.  He knew she was proud of them and had seen her quietly showing them off at parties to other slaves whose owners had also marked.  It was adorable to watch!

Her eyes turned to him.  “Please?”

He knew what she asked.

“You may.” He nodded.

She smiled and slid off the couch to kneel at his feet.  Her arms hugged his right shin as her fingers caressed him.  She laid her head on his thigh and closed her eyes.

Idly, he ran his hand through her hair and down her naked back.  She nearly purred at his touch, and her hug grew tighter.  

“Thank you for my whipping, Master.” She whispered.  “Thank you for the orgasms.”

“You’re welcome, Jez.  You did wonderfully.” He praised her.

She looked up with shining eyes full of joy and beamed that she had pleased him.  He knew he’d pleased her as well.  Jez needed such use.  She needed it like air and had only ever found it from him.  He could be the harsh master she needed and also the softie, romantic when it suited him, too.  

“I love you, Sir.” She told him without any guile.

“I love you, my Jez.” He stroked her cheek, and she leaned into it.

“May I make you a drink, Sir? Then shower?” She asked permission.

This was how he was on the back porch with a nice, cold drink as the summer sun was beginning to think about setting.  He waited because he knew she’d approach when she was done with her backyard chores.  They had a garden of vegetables and flowers.  She worked hard to make sure he ate healthy, as she was allowed to give him.  She was winning more of those battles lately, too.  He was a lot older than her.

Finally, she walked towards him and let her hips swing to entertain him.  He never tired of watching her.  She knew it and never stopped tempting him either.  Her eyes were flashing with a fire that bespoke some mischief in her mind.

As she approached, she quietly and gracefully knelt before him.

“Master, can we go riding?” She asked.

He cocked his head.  “Did you have somewhere in mind?”

She nodded, and he saw her eyes twinkle.  “The beach!”

He laughed.  “You told me you didn’t want to ride at the beach anymore because of the sand.  You didn’t like where it ended up.” He eyed her spread thighs as she displayed herself before him.

She pouted a little.  “Well, I know, but this time I’ll pack a saddle blanket!”

He shrugged.  “Sounds good to me then.”

She clapped and grinned.  “I’ll get it all ready, Sir.”

He pointed at her.  “Bring the softer bit this time; my mount is well-behaved enough not to need the harder one.”

Jez blushed.  “Thank you, Sir.  I will.  Switch or crop?”

“Both?” He shrugged.

Her smile turned wicked.  “Yes, Master.” She rose and walked to the garage to get the gear ready.

He walked in and rinsed his glass before putting it next to the sink.  She’d wash it again anyway.  Jez was very fastidious about doing her chores.  Closing his eyes, he once again felt the deep pleasure and satisfaction of being her master.  

She enjoyed these rides as much or more than he did!  She knew he wouldn’t want to waste a good saddle opportunity.  It was all ready for a good, brisk run.  

Horse?  Who said anything about a horse?