The Stable boy

Two years ago i met Lady Wellington and it was a day i shall never forget. My job as a brain surgeon has afforded me a lifestyle like no other. That, plus a good turn of luck on the stock market has given me a life of luxury and wealth way beyond my wildest imagination. my hobby, since i was very young was always horses. i love horses and riding. Now, as a successful doctor, i am able to own 2 beautiful horse ranches, one here in southern California, the other on the south coast of Spain. It was there that i met Lady Wellington quite by chance. 

     i celebrated my 40th birthday by inviting a small group of close friends to my ranch in Malaga, Spain. The group consisted of 6 friends that i had known for many years. When i went to meet them at the door, one of my friends was not there. Tom, an old college buddy, apparently could not make it, but in his place was a beautiful Lady, who was a good friend of his. i was not aware at the moment, but later on, this would all make sense to me.  As we embraced and greeted each other, i could see that the lovely Lady waiting to introduce herself to me was somehow sizing me up. As i finished greeting my other friends, i began to see just how beautiful this woman was. 

     “Hello, I am Lady Wellington, Tom sent me in his place as he could not come, I hope you don’t mind much”.  “No, not at all” i stammered, overwhelmed by Her presence and stature. At dinner that night we sat at the table and all i could think about was Lady Wellington. She was unlike any woman I had ever met. She was confident, assertive, sexy and obviously of a superior heritage. i was caught several times staring at her. She had a gorgeous figure and walked with a certain stride throughout my ranch as if She owned it. i had trouble finishing my meal that night as my attention was focused solely on Lady Wellington.  My other friends asked me if i was ok. i told them i was OK, but tomorrow after we went for the first ride of the day i would be better... The real reason for my distraction was Lady Wellington. 

     As we all retired for the evening, i went straight away to bed.  Shortly after turning off the light, i had a sudden raging hard-on. i knew it was Lady Wellington that was the cause of this. She in a very few hours had totally invaded my mind. i had to masturbate that night. i fantasized that i was worthy of being close to Her, i wanted to Her to be a part of my life in any way that would make Her happy. i just needed to show Her i could make Her happy. i jerked off that night with images of Lady Wellington in Her riding clothes, complete with jodhpurs, white blouse, knee high boots, and a riding crop! Her beautiful face and long blonde hair topping off this image of perfection. 

     The next morning as we all gathered for the ride, i noticed that Lady Wellington was not there. i asked the others if they had seen Her. No one seemed to know.  i told them to ride out without me,  i would get Lady Wellington and we would catch up with them. 

     As i knocked on the Lady’s door, i felt a strange feeling of weakness. i felt that if i entered Her room my life might change forever. i knocked and in a few moments heard “Come in”.  As i opened the door, i found Lady Wellington still in bed. i was quite shocked as you can imagine. We had all agreed that we would meet at 8 AM to get an early start. I was somewhat surprised that She was not ready, but I could not tell Her so. 

     “Darling, I must have overslept, I hope you are not too terribly upset with me, Are you?”. 

     “No Lady Wellington, not at all. If you don’t feel up to it…”

     “I really do want to ride out with you, I'm just so used to having my servants wake Me and bring Me breakfast, otherwise, I really can’t get out of bed.” i politely asked her if She wanted me to get Her some breakfast to which She agreed. As i returned to Her room She had already showered and was dressed in Her jodhpurs and white blouse. She sat on the edge of the bed. 

     As I entered, She pointed to the nightstand. With an aggressive tone, she said “place the tray there!”. i did not hear Her say, thank you. i placed the tray where She had instructed and being a gentleman, i asked if She needed anything else. She responded that helping Her on with Her boots would be great - it would help her to get ready faster. 

     Not seeing any boots in the room i asked where she kept them. “In the closet!” Came Her short, snappy response. As i opened the closet door, i was shocked to see Her riding boots amongst an array of high heel shoes, crops, whips thigh high boots with 6 inch heels, and other leather clothes. i tried to pretend i saw nothing and acted normally as i returned to Her still seated on the edge of the bed sipping her coffee and devilishly smiling at me knowing exactly what i had discovered. 

     “Well, Brad,” my head was still spinning as i looked at Lady Wellington. I mumbled something like “Oh nothing, i was just thinking we are getting late and might not be able to reach are riding companions” i set the boots down in front of Her expecting to depart and wait for Her downstairs. “Brad, come back here NOW” i turned and looked at Her and saw an imperious look of authority in Her eyes. “Help Me into my BOOTS”. 

     Like a shamed little puppy i returned to Her bedside. Instead of lifting Her leg to assist me in putting the first boot on, She kept Her legs crossed and bobbing up and down impatiently. She just sat there looking at me. She looked confident, powerful and sexy. She had finished Her coffee and was puffing on an ultra-thin feminine cigarette. i felt so weak and powerless, afraid to upset Her. i wanted to make Her happy in some way, but seemed so incapable of doing the right thing in her eyes. Finally, i fell to my knees in front of Her. i was now forced to be in a position where i was lower than Her. i would soon find out that my new position in life would always be lower than Her. 

     “Why are your hands trembling Brad? Have you never helped a Lady into her Boots before?” 

     “Well, no Lady Wellington" i replied.

     "you have much to learn, and I will gladly teach you” she said. 

     Not understanding what that meant, i continued to help Her into her boots. All the time, She puffed on that cigarette, intentionally blowing smoke in my direction. “Good boy” She said after i completed my task. i had not been called “boy” since i was a little kid, and that was by my mother. Well, i said, “lets go”! 

     “brad, aren't’ you forgetting something? Confused, i looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary that was wrong, or was missing. “My crop, where is my riding crop? I want my crop” Her voice was slightly raised as She said this, much like a woman that was treated like a princess. A princess that always got what she wanted, when She wanted it. Her eyes were on fire as She folded Her arms and looked at me as if i should somehow know where Her riding crop was. I could see She was fuming. i had a stupid look on my face, for sure. “There, in the closet where you got My boots from”. I felt so embarrassed by my stupidity i meekly walked to the closet to get Her Her crop. There once again, my eyes feasted upon the huge array of implements used to punish horses, or perhaps “other” animals. Why did She have all these things with her? Did She own anything else but leather dresses and high heels? Apparently not, i wondered if She really was a Lady. 

     “Which crop Lady Wellington do You prefer” i said. To which She responded

     “The One That Inflicts The Most Pain”. She laughed. i trembled at those words. i did not want to look her in the eye and pursue the answer. i was so in awe of Her. She was so confident, so powerful and i could see Very Dominant. As i handed Her a crop which i had chosen, She snatched it out of my hand and promptly said “Let’s go, you’re making us late” Dumbfounded and confused, i followed Her out of Her bedroom and down the stairs. 

     i stumbled behind Her as if i was Her servant. i was focused on Her beautifully shaped ass and how She swayed Her hips as She walked in front of me. i was hypnotized by Her swagger and comportment. i was shuffling behind what was obviously a Superior Woman. 

     As we approached the stables, i struggled to keep up pace with Her. She managed to somehow always be in front of me. She kept swooshing Her riding crop in the air as She walked. The whistling sound cut through the air like a knife. Once inside the stable Lady Wellington turned,  looked at me and said

     ”brad, my dear, I want you to know that my demeanor comes quite naturally to Me. I know what I want and I always get it. A lady of My stature has no time to play games. I spoke to you the way I did because you were acting so childish. I thought you were more mature, but I see you’re not. I for the life of me can’t understand how a world famous doctor can be so nervous around a beautiful woman like Myself. I saw your hands trembling as you knelt before me to put on My boots. I know you were excited. I know you wanted to kiss My boots too. Even if you didn't, I am sure I could have made you. But, we will discuss that at a later time. For now, let’s just go out and ride” 

     And ride we did. We rode till early evening. i couldn't keep my eyes of Lady Wellington the whole day. She seemed to enjoy riding Her horse immensely. She seemed to use the riding crop as an extension of Her arm. The control She exhibited over Her stallion was amazing. The way She whipped Her horse sent a chill up my spine. I could see Her smile as She whipped it harder. She was indeed an expert Equestrian. 

     That evening, after dinner we all sat by the fireplace. We talked and joked of the fun we had during the day’s ride. i kept stealing glances all evening of Lady Wellington. She was so beautiful, and I felt so overcome by Her presence. As the other guests retired to their rooms, i found myself alone by the fireplace with Her. 

     “brad, dear, I think I left my riding crop in the stable this afternoon. Would you be a dear and retrieve it for me. I think I left it by stall where My horse is. Please.” i was not able to say no to Her. i wanted Her to like me, to know i would do anything for Her so i eagerly went off to fetch Her crop. 

     Once in the stable i searched all over for the crop. Suddenly as i turned around there stood Lady Wellington, hands on Her hips with a wicked smile on her face, looked at me and said, “What a pathetic excuse for a world famous doctor. brad, there it is, here in the corner.” i felt really stupid. It was there in the corner for sure, albeit slightly hidden. As She strode confidently toward me, i could feel a huge sense of dread. It was as if i new something was about change in my life. i felt this overwhelming feeling of helplessness. my knees suddenly became weak and i could hardly stand. 

     There She stood before me. i lowered my eyes, out of respect to Her. i could not look Her in the eyes for fear She would take my soul. The beautiful scent of Her perfume filled my nostrils with Her Feminine charms. She lifted my head with Her delicate hand and said, ”Look at Me brad, look at Me in the eyes” i lifted my eyes to look at this Goddess before me. i could tell She felt me trembling in Her presence. my cock began to grow, getting harder by the second. “So, doctor brad, I see I ‘m making you a bit nervous judging by your trembling hands and the bulge in your pants”. 

     Lady Wellington, began walking around me, as if I was an animal, or a horse She was inspecting before purchasing.
     “Since I arrived at your ranch, I have seen you stare at Me, observe Me, I even noticed how your eyes tried to undress Me. That’s so disgusting. I ought to slap your face right now for thinking of Me in that way. Who do you think you are?. In my eyes you are a worthless piece of shit and I don’t give a damn who you are. you think I am impressed that you are some world famous doctor, brad?. Guess again. I am Lady Wellington, and expect to be treated at all times like the Lady that I Am. Do you understand Me?”. 

     “Yes” i responded.
     “Yes WHO?”
     “Yes, Lady Wellington” i stuttered
     “That’s better. You will from now on address me only as ‘My Lady’ or ‘Mistress’. Is that      understood?

      “Yes, My Lady” came my timid response. i have never in my life been spoken to like that. Lady Wellington was now verbally doing what no woman ever had the courage to do. i was standing there being put in my place by this gorgeous woman who was not at all impressed by my wealth, good looks or my pre-eminent status as the world’s greatest brain surgeon. She looked down on me in disgust. She saw right through my masculine exterior and saw that i was a weak man, fragile in emotion and submissive by nature. She read my soul as if it was Her personal book.