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A small latex covered fist reaches up to one of the dark wooden poles jutting from the wheel and grasps it. Her red lips curl into a grin as she pulls at the lever. It turns a wheel, and the clicking of its ratchet echoes in the empty courtyard. It winds up a white rope tightly until the rope creaks with the weight it is lifting. The young man dangles helplessly from the thick leather cuffs around his wrists; a sight which pleases Miss Stevens greatly. Her nipples stiffen beneath the tight white cotton of her vest top tucked into her tan riding jodhpurs. “Well look at you!” Miss Stevens purrs as she twirls the tails of the black leather flogger she holds in her right hand and she jumps down from the pillar she had climbed onto to tighten the ratchet and raise her plaything’s feet from the floor. Chains from his ankles run to two O rings fixed to the ground. Now they are tight so he is held suspended for her, naked, his lithe muscular body flexed, glistening with perspiration in the morning Escort Küçükköy sunlight. He has a layer of fine dark hair across his strong chest which slithers down his chiselled belly and collects in a dark mass around his balls and his huge erect cock. He is hard and proud, jutting upward almost to his navel, his cock thick and pulsing. Miss Stevens stands beside him pressing herself to his nakedness. She spreads the fingers of one hand over the muscles of his chest and lets the leather strands of the flogger hang down from her hip as she caresses him. “Well, look at you.” The thick Southern Irish lilt of Miss Steven’s voice breaks the stillness of the morning air. His cock twitches as she speaks. He groans as he looks up at the cuffs from which he is suspended. “You are a pretty boy,” Miss Stevens continues as she slides her hand down over the straining tightness of his belly and circles his straining cock into her latex clad palm. “Oh fuck,” he moans as a wad of clear pre cum oozes Mecidiyeköy escort from the tip of his shaft as the Irish Dominatrix draws back his foreskin in a downward movement of her fist. “Oh my God!” he gasps. Miss Stevens steps back, switching the flogger from her left hand to her right and swirling its heavy leather strands through the air. She lashes it across the heaving chest of the suspended male. “Ah!!” he catches his breath as an immediate redness burns beneath the dark hair matting his chest. He clenches his fists and kicks his feet in the air against his chains. She lashes him again. “You’re right it’s ‘oh my God!’ Or perhaps ‘Oh my Goddess!’ may be more appropriate, because, now you have mucked out and groomed my horses I have all morning to play with you. And you know how I like to play, boy!” He nodded quickly. “Yes.” She paced behind him and swung the flogger through the air so that the weighted ends of the strands caught him across the tight cheeks of his Merter escort bayan buttocks. He hissed with pain and cried out “Oh fuck, ow!” Crack! She flogged him again. “Yes what?” He nodded frantically. “Yes Goddess, sorry Goddess!” She cupped his heavy balls in her fingers and gave a playful squeeze. “Better.” She swatted his cock and balls with a downward slap of her fingers, and he tensed and groaned. Miss Stevens cast the flogger to one side and went to rummage in her heavy black leather bag she had left hanging from a hook on the side of the barn. She turned with a smile dangling a red rubber ball gag from her fingertips and she approached the object of her attentions again. “Well,” she purred, “for what I have planned for you we had better silence you as best we can.” Miss Stevens shoved the rubber ball into the stable lad’s mouth and fastened the black leather straps with buckles at the back of his head. She stood before him with one red fingernail turned up sharply beneath his chin. He winced as he looked at her. “God, you know,” Miss Stevens purred, “You do actually make me wet like that slut.” She slapped his face hard and a string of saliva escaped from his mouth around the ball gag and onto the hair on his chest.