Ultimate shoulder rides

Olga had tightened all the straps again, adjusted the length of the stirrups and after a few steps was now standing close behind me. She would soon sit in the shoulder saddle and then she said, more to herself: "Well, let's do it, everything tightened, then I want to climb into the saddle!" Those were her first spoken words, and a few moments later, without hesitation, she sat down in the saddle with a slight swing. "Up, hop, let's go!" it said shortly after she was well seated. Olga supported my upward movement a bit by pushing off the ground slightly. But then, I wasn't quite up yet, hadn't locked my knees yet, when I felt her full weight, the whole pressure of this mighty body on my shoulders! It was horrible, just a huge shock to feel her body weight now! It was only with extreme effort that I was able to stand up completely. Then I stood there, swaying, willing to let her ride me but just unable to put one foot in front of the other.

As if nothing was wrong, Olga braced her boots firmly in the side stirrups, checked the length again and then shifted in the saddle until she was properly seated. During this I wobbled back and forth, from left to right, and despite all my efforts, I simply could not keep myself stable, as it would have been possible with a lighter rider without any problems. Now she was seated correctly! My rider took the reins firmly in hand and used them to pull my head back a little. Then I felt a slight pain in my lower rib cage!

"No, please don't!" ... also this: this hunk had also put on spurs for her first ride on me! I had completely missed that in this desperate situation! This is always, almost a reflex in every riding slave, the first look when a rider is even close by. There is always some comfort in being ridden without spurs when these instruments of torture are not attached to the riding boots.

So Olga had some! They were short, with rounded tips, which were only worn by riders who worked a lot with them. Thus, even with heavy use, the slave's skin was not immediately pierced, so first of all, no blood flowed during use. But still, the pain inflicted on the flanks could be terrible! The silvery metal parts were attached to the heels of her booties with fine straps. Even a leather riding crop hanging on the side of the saddle didn't exactly look harmless!

Incidentally, I was naked except for a loincloth and wore a wide belt around my hips, to which my wrists were also fastened. So I could let my arms swing slightly while running, but I wasn't able to hold my hands protectively in front of my testicles, for example. So if the masters were angry with their tired riding slaves, there was nothing I could do about it. This could be lashes between the legs with a whip, but also kicks in the testicles, with or without spurs, all that was possible. I couldn't defend myself, I was completely at the mercy of my rider's will!

Olga must have sat on a slave horse more than once, and it certainly wasn't always a 130-kilo powerhouse! So she had to know some mean "tricks" how to ride other slaves! So she knew how to get a not so strong riding slave, for example one like me, to walk! I didn't have to fool myself, she knew exactly how to do it!

To my surprise, however, she first patted my neck: "Good little horse! And now walk nicely, easy step, hop, let's go! It will be a bit exhausting for you, but we can manage that, just rely on yours Rider!"

So I started carefully with very small steps, first of all I had to balance Olga's enormous body weight. After a few steps, I had aligned her body's center of gravity quite well, and now I took somewhat larger steps. But I soon felt that my rider now wanted to set the pace. It wasn't painful, but she gave me the speed with light kicks of her spurs that I could clearly feel. I complied, still with unsteady steps, what else could I do but run faster. The rider bounced slightly in the saddle with every second step, then pushed herself up a little with her boots, just as good riders often do. I actually managed to run a little faster, even though the weight on my shoulders was enormous!

I soon noticed that she kept her center of gravity stable during my movement. In heavy, untrained people, male or female, the body often wobbles back and forth, which is an added torment for any slave horse. Then you have to constantly rebalance, but that wasn't the case with Olga, I felt it immediately! She also moved dynamically in the saddle, so she stayed stable and the load for me was almost constant. So you could adapt to that. To my surprise, I almost had the feeling that in some inexplicable way it would somehow become lighter! At least I didn't find them quite as difficult as I had thought at the beginning.

"You're doing well! ... and now to the trot!" That was of course two worlds, walk and then trot! When you walk, both legs are always on the ground, when you trot not necessarily anymore, these are almost easy jumps. As a riding horse you have to be careful not to bend your knees too much. Otherwise, it is an enormous effort to push the high rider weight back up after each step. This can hardly be sustained for long!
Max

End of Part 2

Well done.
This is not my forum.
It is just boring here.
If you want to read and enjoy thrilling stories about pony play you should join
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But ist is clearly and strictly only in German.
( A language which is spoken by about 130 Millions of Europeans)

suggestion for your slave stories ( i have enjoyed them) could they involve a 3 person tower somehow (maybe a higher class person gets to be on top)

Wow!
I only have the strength of the buildings' elevators (lifters) who accept up to a certain weight on top of one of them to be able to move.
You have incredible strength, I can only look at your performance and applaud you.
Caballito

Then she addressed me directly again, even without seeing her face I had the impression that she was smiling rather meanly: "Well? You are so taciturn! I love the trot, for example! It's fast, you can do it from the saddle The tempo can be varied very well. There is a fast trot, a medium trot and a slow trot. The slave is still relatively calm in the shoulders and with a slight use of spurs you can make the horse run faster and then slower again. This is It's really very easy and I can assure you it's a lot of fun... come on, let's trot a little more, I'll show you how! .."

I started moving faster again with the huge chunk in the saddle. Already after the second "hop" I felt their spurs in my rib cage, in the lower flanks. So she mercilessly gave me her pace, how fast I had to move my battered legs. Now she bounced back slightly, pushed herself up a bit and rocked in the saddle. "... and trot loosely, walk nicely... and a little faster, and keep your shoulders calm! Don't breathe so loudly, otherwise you'll get a gag in your mouth from me! ... and trot on...".

That's how painful minutes passed for me... "Isn't it wonderful, the trot? You really have the feeling of floating! How do you like this wonderful gait, slave? But we mustn't forget, despite all the enthusiasm: there's also the canter , the fastest variant in the range of gaits! Maybe you prefer the canter! That's right, it's true: We haven't even cantered yet!"

"... Mistress... Mistress... I... please don't gallop, I can't already... please don't... have mercy! ... please!"

"But you should get to know the gallop, otherwise you can't really form an opinion about it! For example, I really like riding a really fast gallop! Your rider is almost standing in the stirrups, so that her two-legged horse is in the shoulder can move quite freely without any strain. The whip is still very important here! But in the beginning the spurs help above all, then after a short time you'll get up to speed! You'll see how fast you canter all your shook tiredness out of your bones! Let's go! Up, go, faster, faster, pace, gallop I say, gallop... move your hooves, hop, hop, hop, hop...!"

From one second to the next I had the feeling that I had finally landed in hell. My rider had initially pulled back the reins and pressed her spurs mercilessly into my flanks, the pain was almost unbearable, it went through my whole body. It was cruel, the boots with those damn spurs kept hitting my ribs. Then this she-devil sat back in the saddle, slid her stirrups a little further forward and hit my lower stomach with the same hardness, over and over again. I was at the mercy of her whims, I didn't know what to do.

But this rider, this fury of 80 kg, actually made me gallop, even though a few minutes ago I was totally exhausted begging for mercy. She was a witch, a cruel witch! Now she laughed too, a nasty laugh, a laugh from her deep, black soul! It gave her infinite pleasure to see me suffer between her mighty thighs, to feel how I had to work under her butt! The way I was only able to carry them when the whip hit me, when the spurs almost tore my fur to shreds, she liked it all! That diabolical laughter from hell pounded cruelly in my ears...

Then she slowed me down with the reins, the gallop became a trot, then even a walk: "You actually managed to carry me without collapsing! I wouldn't have thought that, my brave slave, a big compliment to you! I know that I demanded a lot, but you really persevered! I had a lot of fun riding you, more fun than I had in a long time! You also liked it to show what you were doing under a strong rider you can do everything that's in you! Always these young, skinny ladies of 16 ... 17 years, that's nothing for a proper slave stallion! He also wants to be really challenged! I notice exactly: you like that ! We go very well together, you're good to ride! We'll repeat this soon, maybe very soon, I'm sure you'll be happy, my brave stallion!"... she patted my sweaty neck.

A strange question, I was completely exhausted, only swaying, I was at the end of my strength ... and Olga was also convinced that I had something like pride and fun in this drudgery! ... and anyway ... "always these young riders!" I would have given anything to get rid of my current rider ... anything! ... but should I contradict her now that she was so convinced of how good we are but fit together?
Max

END

Well, dear Caballito, it's a story! Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed reading it, thank you for your praise!

Olga, of course, is a true devil in the saddle, ruthless, has only her own pleasure in mind, no matter how her two-legged horse has to suffer under her. Again and again she gets all the power and energy out of him with new, mean tricks ... until at some point the inevitable collapse really comes. When she is in this dangerous mood again, you can often tell by the fact that she has a second riding slave behind her on the long reins, because of course she doesn't want to walk after such an action. Then she simply changes horses - highly satisfied - and takes the poor guy into tow.

That's just the way Olga is, we can't change her!
Max