Ultimate shoulder rides

Hi, this is the story originally written in German language by a lady with nick "Marenm". I have translated it into English and I have made some little changes. Hopefully You will enjoy it. Sorry for possible mistakes - English is not my native language.

Dear Konstanze,

Charlotte and me are enjoing the dream holiday on a wonderful volcanic island, which is very similar to a well-known mediteranean island Santorin. Our island is called  the " Ladie's island" and I must say thet this name is very truthful. Ladies are living here like in paradise and are allowed to enjoy an unbelievable  experiences. And that's the reason why we are here. There are exclusively women coming to visit this island. Women, who want to experience an absolute and whole-holiday-long domination over their male slaves and to live their wildest dreams.
The "Ladie's island" has only feminin citizens and only feminin tourists. All the males are slaves!  Slaves destiny is an absolute oposit of the ladies privilege. For ladies everything is allowed ,for slaves everything is restrictid what their mistresses didn’t allow them.
As all villages and hotels are built high on the rocks, the native women  rent their young male slaves to carry the tourists on their shoulders up the steep lane from a port to hotel ,  from a hotel to beach etc. You have probably seen the well-known pictures from Santorin: poor donkies and mules carrying  tourist up the rocky stairs.  Let's imagine a young male slaves hard-breathing and sweating under a heavy weight of a well-feeded mistresses sitting relaxed astride their shoulders and enjoying the uphill ride. Yes. Be sure - this is " Ladie's island".
And for the time they do not need a slave , e.g. while sunbathing on the beach,  the  tourist send the slave back to his owner for further use  giving him an order, when he must be back for a next ride .
Sometimes a slave do not return back in time. He has been used longer in the village, or he has been rent for a short time to another tourist, who rode him longer as planed before. Or his mistress simply decided to leave the beach sooner - allways the slave is always the one who is guilty, and he is allways roughly punished by her.
Let's imagine once more :  I am sitting on the shoulders of a young slave, with his head between my thighs. He is wearing only a knee-long flax trousers, he is berefoot and his upper body is bare too. I am wearing only a short cotton gown - or a long T-shirt if you want,  and no  pants. I am feeling his nape under my crotch and every move of his neck-muscles heavenly stimulates my naked female organ.  I have a whip in my right hand to beat him when he doesn't run  fast enough, or simply if I want to whip his naked back.
Sometimes in top-season there are not enough slaves for all tourists, so one slave must serve two or three mistresses. It save the tourist's costs,  but for slaves these are the weeks of hell.
I share one young slave  with Charlotte. He is handsome ,his name is Ranji and we have rent him for whole holiday, so we can have fun on him - an with him -  24 hours a day. Every morning after breakfast we let him to carry us to the beach – me at first, and than Charlotte, because it takes her a long time to make herself up. Once we tryied to ride him double – I have been sitting on top of his head, and Charlotte behind me on his shoulders. Downhill he managed to carry us, but uphill he broke after few steps, although Charlotte has beeh whipping him constantly.
For a lunch we have found a nice shady  place directly on the coast. We eat a meal brought from our appartment – usually a bread, cheese, ham, some vegetables and we drink a bottle of wine chilled in the sea. Ranji must serve us, but he  takes nothing to eat. In the afternoon we let us be carryied uphill to our hotel. This trip is very boring, because it is very long and one of us must wait a long time until Ranji returns to be ridden by her.  We can’t alternate on his shoulders, because one of us would allways be walking. And walking outdoor  beside a slave is something unimagginable on Ladie’s island.  Woman must always have a slave beneth her as a mean of conveyance.
Charlotte is very angry about waiting for the ride, and when she has Ranji beneath her, she always rides him roughly untill he is  absolutely exhausted.

Now I will explain You an event from yesterday. I am sure You will love it, my friend, and I can really good imagine how it will excite You.  And that makes my writing a lot sweeter.

Yesterday we have to return from the beach at the early noon. My friend Ursula was to come with an afternoon ship and I promissed to wait her in the port. I was late, because Charlotte has been delaying the departure as long as possible. She was not very happy, that Ursula will arrive, although she will not live with us in our appartment.  But maybe we will share our slave three!!!! Charlotte raved herself out on Ranji.  He has to serve her with a lot of trifles, she was still unsatisfied and she was slaping his face at every occasion. In no time  after coming down to the beach , she decided, that she must return up to the village to buy a new magazine.  So she mounted Ranji, and with a hard whip she made him running up the steep rocky lane. When she returned, Ranji was totally at the end of his power, and his back was red from her whipping. 
Finally, I was ready to leave the beach. I ordered a slave for Ursula to carry her from the port up to the hotel, so at first Ranji has to carry me to the slave-rental office. Then he has to return back to the beach to carry Charlotte up to our appartment and at once he had to hurry back to the slave-rental office to be ridden by me down to the port. It was really a hard afternoon for him, but who cares? He is only a slave , his destiny is to live beneath women’s butts and carry them wherever they want, whenever they want, and how long they want!   
So I let Ranji to kneel down, I sat on his shoulders , ordered him to stand up and kicking him with my heels I made him moving up the lane.  I knew I was late, so I let him know, that this time he has to give me his best and he must run uphill as fast as he can, although he was exhausted by Charlottes wild ride.  I also knew, that as I was riding uphill, she was waiting on the beach alone, drinking the last bottle of red wine we brought for the dinner, and  she lost the last inhibitions . For exhausted Ranji it means hard whipping and kicking all way from the beach to the hotel.
In the slave-rental office I was shocked as I saw the slave, which had to carry Ursula from the port to the village – he was  small, tiny and very young – nearly a boy.  But on the other hand, he was very handsome, with wonderfull brown eyes and long curly hair. I can really good imagine how women love him and therefore he must be in greatest demand in the slave-rental office. Ursula, who will ride him at least from the port up to the hotel is a tall , stout  and very heavy woman.  I was in doubt, if he will be able to carry this giantess. I was thinking over the alternative, that I will rather give her Ranji and I will ride this boy myself. I am not a lightweight too, but still I can be hardly compared with Ursula!  If it will be possible I will not give her the boy! Atl least not for the whole holidays!  Honestly said, I was also excited about the  idea, that I will be allowed to torment this beautifull little boy beneath my  butt, feeling his struggles not to colapse under my weight.   
In the slave-rental office it doesn’t matter if the mistress is heavy or light and the slave is tiny or muscular. If there are more slaves for choice,  the heaviest  ladies usually  choose the smallest slave.  If there is no choice possible, they  simply take the first free slave.
I sat on the bench beside the office,  my slave remained standing, as I didn’t order him to sit down on the ground beside me. He was staring down being afraid, what will I do with him.  I have been watching him: he was really beautifull and in my mind I saw  the stout Ursula queening on his tiny shoulders, his beautiful face fully disappeared between her big thighs. The little fellow will use all his power to struggle not to break down under her immense weight. And as nearly all mistresses force their slaves to orally satisfy them, I have been imaging how Ursula pushes the little boy down on the bad an sits fullweight with her fat ass on his beautifull face.
This idea excited me so much!  I want to feel the boy beneath me as soon as possible. Ranji will be back in half an hour, so there is enough time to have some fun on my little slave. At first I will ride him hard, and than – if possible- he will serve me the other way. Maybe he will be totaly exhausted after that, but this can not stop me!
As I was sitting on the bench dreaming of a nice ride on the tiny slave, an angry mistress appears on the lane, shoutig on her stumbling tired slave and whipping him constantly. She was even heavier than me and her slave was so bent beneath her, that she was sitting not on his shoulders but on his neck. As she was passing us, she whipped my little slave as she greeted me friendly. I was so excited , that I ordered my slave to kneel down  and I sat heavilly on his shoulders. His little head disappeared between my strong tighs and I remained sitting on him for a while enjoing how his back bents under my weight. Then I ordered him to stand up. Even standing up has made him a big troubles under my weight, so what about Ursula. She is at least 15 kg heavier than me! But at first he will get acquainted with me. The fellow has made few steps, but I whipped him hardly as I didn’t order him to move. He must learn to obey his mistress. I ramained sitting for another while, enjoing his curly long hair irritating my naked crotch. I ordered him to bent his head down, I moved forward and sat partly on his neck partly on his nape. He lost a balance for a while, but he managed not to break down. Now I felt his curly hair also under my naked butt, and I must tell You my dear Constance, I have never had so wonderfull feeling between my tighs. As I ordered him to walk, the movement of his neck-muscles was gently stimulating my clit, because I was sitting astride his neck with my legs wide stretched out.   
I was riding him up the narrow lane, sprinkled with small sharp stones. He was trying to march very carefully to decrease the pain, but I noticed it and began to whip his back to make him run. In no time he was breathing hard and moaning from pain and exhaustion.  After few hundred meters I turn him back and rode him fast down the lane. And than up and down, up and down.... , absolutely pointless. It was pure torment.  As  I felt, that he was at the end and very near to collapse, I orderd him to stop and kneel down. I dismount him and sat myself on the great rock with legs spread wide. I grabed his hair roughly and pulled his head between my tighs. He knew what was his duty – hi started to lick my female organ immediately and very soon I was near to climax. But the poor little slave chose the worth moment to take a breath – he stoped licking for a moment and that irritated me so much, that I pushed his head away, slaped his face three or four times and then pulled it back to it’s former place. In few seconds I ghasped loudly in a fantastic climax.
As soon as I got my breath back, I ordered my little slave to kneel down and I dropped on him heavilly.  He was not prepared for such weight, so he broke face down on the ground and cried with pain as my naked heavy butt landed on his head.
I was angry about his weakness, so I remained sitting fullweight on his little skull with legs spread wide and hands on my hips. I started to bounce on his head and shout hystericaly: „Why don’t You pay attention to what You are doing!?  Do You want to cause an injury to Your mistress?“
After punishing the little beast I ordered him to kneel once more and sat on his neck – this time more carefully.  Riding him uphill to the slave-rental office I felt, that my little riding-slave was totaly at the end. He was walking slowly and even hard whipping did not help him to moove faster. His head was bending down under my weight, so I was sitting on his narrow neck, which was on one hand very exciting, but on the other hand very difficult to keep the balance. 
When we come to a slave-rental office, Ranji was  waiting there, evidently exhausted, his back marked from Charlotte’s   whipping.  I ordered my little slave boy to stand beside Ranji and without touching the ground I took a seat on Ranji’s shoulders.
Because it was late in,  I urged him to run downhill to the port. I felt, that it will not be easy for him to run down and after a while to climb uphill with such a heavy load, but I did not want to let Ursula wait.  Our little riding-slave was stumblin few steps behind Ranji, and didn’t guess what kind of weight is waiting for him to be carried up the steep lane to the hotel.
When the port appeared behind a last curve, I hear Ursula’s ship hooting as it entered the port of Ladie’s island.

So, my dearest Konstanze, what do You think about a holliday like this? Have my letter brought You to a nice climax? I am sure, that You will try to visit this ladie’s paradise as soon as possible.
In my next letter I will continue the story of our little young riding slave and his heavy stout mistresses.
I miss You so, my friend!  I wish You were here to help us exhaust our  slaves more and more.

regards


Marianne.