CHAPTER 3:
I hung suspended in the metal flogging frame, my wrists held in the top corners beneath the cross bar by sturdy leather restrainers. At the base of the frame my widespread ankles were similarly bound. The height of the frame meant that my toes were just touching the smoothly cut lawn beneath me. The frame had braces at the base extending to two small wheels on each side, which made the entire contraption portable.
I had been placed into this position of bondage on the first full morning of my month's holiday at Aunty Pat's secluded Arizona spread. After breakfast, which I had consumed in the nude while Aunty Pat and the 30-year-old Anita had worn provocative little bikinis, Anita had made me drag the frame out from the large, four-car garage adjoining the luxury home.
When the raven-haired beauty had me attached to the frame she had gone into the house and returned with a bowl of warm water, a shaving brush, safety razor and scissors. Now, hanging in the wonderfully dry Arizona heat, I had been shaved of body hair from my armpits, around my nipples, from my thighs and calves. Anita had also shaved all the pubic hair from my scrotal sac and my stiff 8-inch cock, while cutting the bush on my pubic bone back to a really short crew cut.
The bikinied woman had then lathered the front of my body liberally with suntan lotion and left me hanging there. Some 30 minutes later she re-emerged from the house to turn the frame around so the sun's rays now beat on my back, which also received a coating of lotion. "Another half an hour and you'll be ready for madam," Anita informed me, stroking my cock gently before leaving me alone again.
Finally, my Aunty Pat stepped out onto the lawn and moved in front of my helpless, naked body. The lush-breasted 38-year-old was again dressed to arouse and I felt my cock stirring as I gazed at her.
On her head a broad-brimmed black leather sombrero sheltered her face from the sun. A black latex bolero jacket, which was buttonless and consequently could not be closed across her lushness, hardly covered her 40-inch breasts. Her midriff was bare, her pussy lips clearly visible. On her feet were knee-high black leather riding boots, on her hands shiny black leather gloves.
Aunty Pat plonked my scuffed Nike trainers and a pair of white sox on the grass, then dropped what looked like stirrups and a rubber bit and reins beside them. "Let's get you out of that uncomfortable position, darling, you look exhausted," she said, expressing exactly what I felt. I stretched my arms and legs when I was finally freed to remove the numbness. "Trainers and sox on," I was instructed.
The next thing I knew, as I was still bending tying my laces, Aunty Pat draped the leather strap attached to the stirrup across the top of my back and placed the red rubber bit with its reins in my mouth. "Squat," she instructed, and I went into a sort of baseball catcher's crouch.
Aunty Pat then carefully straddled my upper back, slipping first one booted foot into a stirrup, then the other. I felt her weight press down on me and I felt a dampness just below the nape of my neck. She was, I was delighted to feel, aroused! "Now get up, slowly!" she ordered me. Slowly I rose to my full height, my body straining as I bore Pat's weight, my hands clasping the leather at her booted feet to aid in maintaining my balance. I swayed slightly, then steadied myself.
Digging her heels gently but firmly into my upper hips, Aunty Pat called out "Walk on", and I took my first steps as her human pony. A regular gym worker, although no muscle-bound body builder, I soon found that by careful stepping I could transport her.
Soon we were quite some way from the house and then, to my horror, I saw Aunty Pat was steering me towards two young women – I took them to be in their early 20s – who were working on a cactus garden area well away from the property. I shook my head in the reins, violently, but Aunty Pat laughed at me.
"Don't worry, Rick," she said, soothingly. "My hired Latino help – Conchita and Pepina, by the way – are devout lesbians. They're far more interested in me than they will be in you."
Despite this I felt my penis start to stir as we neared the ladies, who were both clad in brief leather shorts and black leather bras which pushed their small, firm breasts into high uplift. When Pat reined me to a halt she chatted with the girls, issuing instructions for their chores on the property that day.
As she spoke to one, the other walked behind, surveying my sweating body. Coming around to face me, the girl told Aunty Pat: "E 'as a nice arse, meestriss." Pat laughed: "You and Conchita do a good job this week, and I may let you flog it later!" The other one, Pepina, obviously, sniggered. "No, meestriss, we would be too 'ard on him, not gentle like you!"
Aunty Pat waved a gloved hand and I walked from the girls work station, acutely aware that my cock was swaying stiffly, betraying my interest in their near-naked charms. "Don't worry, darling," Pat informed me, as we drew away, "I won't let them have you."
