Jodie's Slaves Part One - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part One

... to her.

“I think you are ready to take a ride in the pastures tomorrow and get your first good run in. Topaz is not the fastest of them but he moves pretty damn fast. You will love it”

Being done with the area work she brushed him down and turned him out. We did a lot of hanging out in the tack room and she came in when she was finished seeming very pleased with herself.

I was watching Barb very carefully without seeming to. I was getting even better at reading her reactions than those of the horses. She had been watching me as I dismounted...the first time I had managed that correctly!..and her eyes were filled with lust. A second later, her expression changed. Was that shame? Guilt? Oh! How lovely! Guilt is a beautiful thing. I wanted to see how high I could stoke it.

I took my time as I brushed Topaz then let him go out. He was a great horse. It was wonderful to be able to care for him. I was reminded of my little insurance policy. No matter what else happened, I knew I would be able to stay and love these beautiful animals.

Barb was in the tack room where we usually finish up the lessons with a chat. I decided to change things up a bit. I entered subdued, thoughtful, not my usual excited bounce after being with the horses.

Back in the tack room I glanced at her, a little fearfully, as though there was something I was afraid to tell her. Concern was written on her face and she reached for me, pulling me down onto the bench.

“I am sorry. It was a ...

... really nice ride, but…” I sat down on the stool at the leather bench and put my face in my hands for a moment. Seeing me looking distraught she stepped up and gently pulled them away and tilted my chin up to meet her eyes.

“Tell me,” she said. I lowered my gaze.

“It’s silly, I know. But when I dismounted...I was put in mind of one of the men who...visited...Mom. She had passed out when he came to visit and he got a little angry. There was a look on his face. A look like…” I glanced at her, a short cutting glance and stopped my words abruptly, leaving her to realize it was a look like she had just given me, and she hadn’t thought I saw. “He wanted me to...to take Mom’s place and I said no. But he said...just like you did…”You will love it.” Oh! I know you didn’t mean the same thing, Barb! Don’t ever think I thought that! It just...brought up the memory, you know?”

I leaned into her, laying my head on her breast, making sure my breath first warmed and then wetted her nipple as I sobbed. She stroked my hair and I cursed myself for being a fool. I couldn’t see her face like this! Still, her nipples were hard, pressing against my lip.

Barb

I was on the verge of tears myself. I had not meant to trigger her horrible experience with my words. But triggering her was not the only thing that had me on edge. It was not just the guilt I was feeling over that but also the shameful guilt that was building more every minute we hugged. Her sobs, her hug, the way it melted my heart ...