Riding boots

Aunt Rani's world - Part One: Aunt Rani and Aunt Geetha

By Nialvan
Nialvan@yahoo.co.uk

A young heir who has recently inherited his fortune is ensnared by his two beautiful Indian aunties who hypnotise and enslave him and then fleece him of his wealth.

Chapter One:
Aunt Rani

This story is a fantasy I just had and like to share with you. As the story isn't finished yet, I would love to hear your comments, advice and additions to the story. Please contact me at hepburn666@googlemail.com .

If you've enjoyed this story, please write me too - then I might write more!

Synopsis:

This story is a fantasy I just had and like to share with you. As the story isn't finished yet, I would love to hear your comments, advice and additions to the story. Please contact me at hepburn666@googlemail.com .

If you've enjoyed this story, please write me too - then I might write more!

Synopsis:

Punished Under Horsewomen

Synopsis: a government agency permits severe corporal punishment of men who assult women. the system has become twisted, and the wealthy can pay to inflict punsiment for their amuesment

The Photograph

This story is all a reaction to a photograph I saw in National Geographic Magazine. Sometime in the 1980 NG did an an article on modern Japan. The purpose of the shot was to illustrate how the impact of population density and the scarcity of open land impacts the society. It showed two women in formal equestrian attire seated atop mechanical horses on front of a large projector television. The shot featured the mechanical equines with the image of a green leafy bridal path on the giant screen. Both riders were styling in snug jodhpurs, or perhaps just tights, and tall black riding boots. The horses were partly realistic and partly abstract. Not intended to be photographically realistic, they were 3-D and generally horse shaped in all the places that would be in the rider's field of view. That is: the head, neck, shoulder, even the flanks and rump were of proper shape and size and covered with a carpet-like hide, while the bottom of them, the area of the legs was purely functional, with an enclosed mechanism that allowed the horse move and mimic the gaits of a live horse. The riders, two attractive Japanese women that looked to be in their late twenties, quite obviously knew they were on camera. Both sported wide happy ad-agency smiles. The caption said that since land to dedicate to horses was rare, these equestriennes in training would practice indoors before graduating to live mounts. The rider’s attire was a but over the top, overly stylized and mildly suggestive. One rider in mid gait had lifter her athletic looking bottom a few inches above the saddle. Her tan jodhpur slacks looked like they were painted on. Very nice.

That first day I cleaned Sally's shoes, my duties started to change. I went from helping to manage one of her shops to something more personal to her. The following day, Sally walked in just as I was about to open the shop. She was dressed in her usual sharp business suit, her legs resplendent in black stockings and feet perfection within shiny black court shoes. She carried a small bag with her, with what looked like a pair of riding boots nestling inside. As I finished putting the newspapers on the bottom shelf and greeted her, she walked over to me, still kneeling on the floor and with a snotty look and not so much as a 'hello', handed me the bag and barked, "I'm riding this afternoon. Get these clean."

Dave finished licking the tops of Claire's football boots. He smiled to himself, which made him cough and splutter, as a wedge of mud caught in his throat. He composed himself, swallowed it down and thought of what an honour it was to swallow what he was swallowing. To him, the mud from Claire's shoes really was like a meal in the best restaurant. Licking and eating mud from Claire's football boots, riding boots, DM shoes, court shoes, knee boots, loafers or trainers was like having a meal prepared by the best chefs in the world. He knew deep down that it sounded ludicrous to think it - it was mud after all - but it was special mud, mud that somehow had come into contact with Claire as she went about her daily business. Mud that had itself been honoured, and deserved some respect.

Dave smiled as he thought of that evening and the first time his tongue had felt the underside of Claire's shiny black loafer. It warmed him to think of the countless times she had left their meetings looking not only dazzling but with shiny shoes, and ones that had been freshly licked. He hoped it gave her a spring in her step when she walked out in freshly licked shoes. He hoped he felt they were a symbol of her superiority and how truly special and wonderful she was. Not everyone had a personal shoelicker, after all.

Weekend Play

When Bethany woke up latter that morning, she realized she had sleep in quite late. She was really glad when she realized it was Saturday and the bank would be closed today. The pampering she had received trough the night had left her feeling like a new person.

She got up quickly tromped of to the bathroom to get ready, she was really excited to get out and enjoy the weekend. As she left the room she called back ordering her little slave to get started on breakfast and hurry.

He hurried into the kitchen to make the girls all their favorite breakfast foods. He made bacon, eggs, country ham, grits and fresh fruit and of course coffee and juice. He made just about everything he could think of, knowing how they loved to be served a buffet like in a hotel or spa.