Slim and outstandingly elegant, Mistress Liza (She is my Mistress now) is a gorgeous Woman and a strict Dominatrix with a special understanding attitude.
Before meeting Her I was just a guy loaded with his own cravings and fears, endeavoring to quell the passionate urges of his ponyslave nature that lay entrapped in a man’s shape.
It was natural to kneel, naked and exposed, at Her feet, always trying to be prompt, as far as a still untrained animal can be, to get Her commands and do as told.
She held me on leash and beat me to teach me my place. She broke me to the reins and rode me. You can’t imagine how proud I was, when, on my fours and saddled, I felt the weight of Her beautiful Body on my back .
Docile and easy, I got the bit in my mouth, drooling a little, meekly waiting for Her to accommodate Herself to the seat and give me the first giddy-up. Next came the jerks that gave me directions, the nasty stings of the riding-crop that stigmatised my faults, the whoas that forced me to halt, according to Her Will and Whims.
I can’t say I like the pain, as a matter of fact I’m not a masochist. But Mistress Liza had the right to do what She liked to do, and She actually did for the rest of our session with a final whipping that left a red arabesqu of marks on my skin.
I was happy to get Her beatings, since I knew it was for my training and discipline, and I really deserved them.
Palomino, Switzerland