Harry loved his new job as a stable hand. Of course the work was hard but it had its advantages. He secretly had a fetish for dominant women and their equestrian attire and was able to watch the ladies of the house as they wore extremely tight jodhpurs and riding boots.
His duties included keeping their horses and the stables clean and tidy and of course to shine their equipment to the high standards expected.
During his two weeks in the job he had always received compliments from the ladies of the house about the standard of his work. Until today..
When they arrived they found the stables in a mess and they were in no mood to allow this.
“Look at the mess of this stable!!” shouted the younger lady of the house. “Get in here!” “NOW!” The orders sent a shudder down his spine as he rushed into the stable.
“Strip naked and get on your knees. You are going to be punished” barked the older lady. Harry knew by the tone that they were deadly serious and immediately stripped and fell to his knees.
They fastened a collar and leash around his neck and he was led to a wall where he was shackled and bent over.
He could hear the incredible sound of their magnificent boot heels as they walked behind him. “Stand still!”
WHACK! He recoiled in severe pain as he felt the sting of their riding crops. Time and time again he was whipped until his shrieks were echoing around the stable! “SHUT UP!!” they yelled as the stable hand suffered at their hands.
Both ladies took turns to trample on his hands as they walked along the wall. The high heels of their boots pierced his skin but Harry knew he dare not scream. They stood on his back as he felt their full wiring on his back. His humiliation showed no signs of ending..
After a while he was unshackled from the wall. “Get on your hands and knees. NOW!” He dropped to his knees. “We are going to ride you”. The ladies took turns riding him around the stable floor. They show their total dominance and control as they grab his hair and dig their boots into his side. Their crops sting his ass to ensure there is no slacking!
Finally the riding ends. “Lie down. Face on the floor”. His humiliation continues as both ladies use their riding boots to trample on his back and head.
“You are now our slave. I want you back here tomorrow morning at 6am. Naked. Do you understand slave?” Harry whimpered “Yes Mistress”. He had suffered badly at the heels of the ladies of the house but the next morning could not come soon enough..