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4/8/2019 1:44 pm
Harlequin in the Barn


The sun shining into the barn door suddenly was broken by the arrival of Harlequin. The darkness inside allowed her body to be outlined, light shooting through the white, short dress she wore. The sun sparkled through her red hair, setting a fire halo around her head. Her shoulders are bare. Hands clasped behind her neck. Feet with fine leather boots apart. The dress stopped at mid-thigh, The sun shine blocked only by the line of her inner and outer thigh. Bright enough to show her mound, even suggesting a sparkle on her lips.

“I am pleased that you have come down. You showed yourself admirably just now. You are my favorite – Bold, Sultry, Wet and Hot. Come, stand there, against that grill. Keep your arms up and hold the bars. Keep your legs apart. I will finish cleaning and grooming this mare. Then deal with you.” Harlequin steps in and down the aisle, letting her hips roll, trying – and succeeding – to be provocative. Letting her breasts jostle under her thin dress. Keeping her arms up, hands behind neck. Her eyes wide and sparkling, shining into the dark spaces. Pushing her tits out – proudly – so that their invitation precedes her into the barn. Her nostrils flare, grabbing at the heavy smell of sweat, Man sweat, hay, and leather. Her eyes take in her Master, bare to the waist, sweat glistened chest and shoulders. Her eyes drift to his leather leggings, outlining his crotch and its package. Her eyes take in the whip and the lash and the crops hanging on the wall behind Him. A whimper at first. Then a groan as she remembers watching Him work His big mare outside in the ring earlier.

Harlequin arrived early, slipping into the hayloft while Master prepared his animal below. She stood in the dark of the loft, inside of the light from the open loft door. She took off her dress, leaving only her knee high leather boots. She stood and watched as He took out the mare to exercise. Watched how he rode, sitting and driving himself into the saddle on the canter, pushing with his thighs and tapping his heels to make the curves and bends. Recalling the many times he had done the same to her. Making her curve and bend. Remembering the control of his cock deep into her, working her inner walls. Recalling His hands on her, His implements on her, moving her senses around while focusing on different parts of her body. The fingers dancing on her face. The oil massaged into her skin. Oil making her skin grip onto the leather straps he laid across her back and her ass. Remembering the slap of the falls on her thighs. Remembering the sting of the crop and its thong on her breasts. Remembering why she returns here to His barn so regularly.

She watched as he clipped the mare on a lunge line, wondering if He would ever use the lunge whip to move her along. She thought how He would like to watch her breasts bounce as she circled him. Dreamed that He would bind them. Dreamed that He would take that long lash and lay onto her back and her butt. She dreamed of Him leaving his long, thin mark on her back. Harlequin stepped forward into the light, up to the edge in the open door. She took hold of the ropes He had left there the other day. He had tied her there and used to satisfy his cock. He had taken her over and over, had made her suck him – deep, had made her accept Him into her ass, had made her hold the ropes as her legs clutched His waist, accepting Him into her pussy. Now, holding the ropes with her head high, her breasts out, her mound shining from her excitement. Watching as He sees her, her pale skin reflecting the strong light. Watching as He continues to lunge the large mare, pushing her over low jumps, controlling with the light flicks of His lash the supple muscles – never touching her powerful haunches, but communicating with the mare with His low voice and the light flicks making their own slight hiss in the air. Watched the mare accept His control, flexing and turning. This mare was diligently trained and enjoyed her chance to perform. Harlequin was jealous.

Master sees her now. He calls to her: “You come at a good time. I soon am done here, then groom. After, Your turn.” All the while, moving His mare through her exercises and watching Harlequin each time He comes around to face the barn. “Cup your tits, push them out to me.” The command makes her jump, makes her push her heavy breast up cupped in the palms of her hands. As He turns away again, “Pinch your nipples, pull them out to me.” That command is obeyed too, and held as the mare circles many times. “On the shelf, inside the door, get the dildo I used in you the other day.” Harlequin shifts over, finds the spot. “God,” she thinks excitedly, “This is even longer than I remember”. “Bring it back to the door,” Master calls out, “Show me as you push some of it in.” No resistance, her cunt wants to swallow it in. A strong grip is needed to stop the whole thing being sucked in. “You shall not come, not now. Keep working it. A long stroke each time I circle to watch you.” The lunge whip snakes out again, the mare is put into trot and the circle moves faster. Harlequin pushes in and out in sequence to the circle, a half turn has it go in, the return turn it comes out. Master smiles and calls approval and pride in her performance as He circles to catch her showing herself to Him. He flics the lash again. A canter now. The dildo moves in and out faster as the turns go faster.

The dildo is wet now, hard to hold. Breathing is hard, gasping almost. The sun is on skin, heating the outside in match with the boiling turmoil inside. Legs won’t hold and Harlequin drops to her knees, still pushing and pulling grasping at the strong staff that now twists and turns inside of her. “Now slap and pull at your clit. Make yourself come on the count of . Do the count.’ Harlequin screams the digits down, going moderately to start, then rushing as the slaps send shocks through her insides. She rushes the last count, to “One”, and comes as she drops the rest of the way to the floor.

While Harlequin lays in the hot sun, Master finishes the mare’s lesson, working her warm and sweat coated slower and slower, before taking a long walk along the river banks to let her cool down. He returns to the barn. Harlequin hears Him below, gets up and dresses and goes down to meet up with Him, wondering what the rest of the day and night will bring to her, to her senses, to her body and to her mind. This is why she returns as often as she may.

Now she stands straight, breasts pushed out, eyes wide as always, red hair cascading to her shoulders, mouth slightly open as her tongue slides along her lips, arms out and gripping the iron bars. Wide eyes watching as He cleans the mare, making sure she is rinsed down and cleaned off before she can be put to her stall. Sighing as he stops to turn to her, striding to her. Holding her head between his hands he brings his tongue to her salty skin, licking the flavor of the hay barn and her excitement from her forehead, her eyelids, her ears, her cheeks. Taking the taste of her lips and her mouth as he forces his tongue into her, dueling with her own. He pulls back, reaches to unbutton her dress. Slowly, allowing her to look into his face and down along his body. The dress slips away from her and the cool of the dark barn covers her.

He turns her, gripping her hips firmly. Speaks softly, with firmness from His confidence, into her ear: “Shortly I will bind you, put your arms out onto a pole. I want your breasts to stand out. Hold your breasts up, show them to me. I will bind those, push them out further so that I may with them. I will have you stand in this aisle, arms out to the sides, your tits pushed by My bindings to accept my caresses. I will slide these rough brushes across your tight skin. I will bite the sides, softly, and pull on your nipples with my teeth.”

“I will pull those hay bales into the mare’s brood stall, stack them and lay you down across them, your breasts and thighs and stomach and mound pushed into the straw. Little pricks all along your body. I will oil your skin, making it nearly slick, but only a slick to let my falls and thongs hold to your skin as I warm your back and your ass. You will feel the heat on your back and your ass and the heat from the rough hay pushing back at you as my strikes push you down. I will spank your cheeks, spank your thighs. Bring their red glow up and out, provide heat to this cool aisle. I will reach in and with your pussy, pushing my digits into you. I will whisper into your ear, describing how wet you are, how hot your skin. How your beauty is inspiring, making me want to use your sex for my pleasures.”

“Turning you over, I will strap your thighs, flog your breasts, gentle falls causing your bound tits to wiggle and bounce. I will with your clit, rubbing it with my rough hand. I will cover your pussy with my mouth, forcing my tongue into your heat, drinking your slick juice. I will suck lightly on your clit, sucking more and more until I can pull it out enough to cover it firmly with my teeth while my tongue flicks along the top.”

“I will pull your legs up, tie them to the pole holding your arms, opening wide your holes to me. I will strap the inside of your thighs and I will strap your pussy. Then I will take my hard cock and I will push it firmly into your pussy. As always you will be open. Your muscles will grip me and hold me as I slide in and out of your channel. I will pound into you, making you come and your fluids flow from you. I will pound you until you come three times, with you counting them out loudly to me. I will pull out, moving my mouth and tongue to collect your flow, sliding my tongue along your pussy and down to your ass. My fingers entering your ass and sliding back and forth. No, this time it won’t be the whole hand, though I know you will push back at my fingers trying to collect all into your ass.”

“I will withdraw my cock and renew the flogger, keeping you hot because it is so cool down here below the barn. I will push my hard cock into your ass, sliding in and out over and over. The falls dropping onto your bound breasts, the nipples standing out firm. My fingers now will with your cunt, pushing in, moving around. I will push firmly and slide my hand in, making my fist inside you to expand your walls. My cock will slide in and out of your ass, surrounded by the pressure of your firm grip and the pressure from my fist filling your cavity. We both will feel my cock expand, releasing into you for its long surges.”

“And afterwards, Harlequin, I will walk you to the river. You will wash me, first with your tongue on my cock. I will wash you, first with my mouth sucking your clit. We will wash each other in the clear, cool water. There is a light lunch of cheese and fruits waiting for us there, water and wine cooling in the water. We will spend the afternoon relaxing and playing and exploring. Now, let me finish cleaning this mare so that we may start together.”


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