I just got back from riding— pants slick with sweat, boots filthy from the barn. And you? Kneeling like the pathetic boy you were born to be. I tell you to bury your face in my ass. Breathe deep. Smell the heat, the musk, the real dominance of a woman not weak things like you.  Now listen: I’m entering a human show. You’re my beast. I’ll saddle your back, dig in my heels, and ride you hard. Trot. Canter. Jump. Fail me? You’ll get whipped—harder than my . And if we win? I’ll let you fuck the girl slave we bought—a prettier, tastier little thing who worships my pussy better than you ever could. But you won’t cum inside her. No. You’ll shoot all over my dirty boots… then lick it clean.  Five days to train. Now… neigh for me, boy