Message-ID: <21090asstr$942451800@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: lu.thomas@mailcity.com Subject: {ASSM} My Lifelong Fantasy Pt.1 (humil, horseriding, tg) X-Post-Date: Fri, 15 Oct 1999 06:43:49 GMT Lines: 359 X-Original-Message-ID: <7u6if3$vpt$1@nnrp1.deja.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 12.78.106.90 X-Article-Creation-Date: Fri Oct 15 06:43:49 1999 GMT X-Http-User-Agent: Mozilla/4.5 [en] (Win95; I) X-Http-Proxy: 1.0 x31.deja.com:80 (Squid/1.1.22) for client 12.78.106.90 X-MyDeja-Info: XMYDJUIDluthomas X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -9 Date: Fri, 12 Nov 1999 19:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Here is my fantasy. I've been looking on the damn usenet groups for the past two months and I can't find anything remotely close to what I am looking for. It's not just a fantasy. Maybe someday it'll become a reality, or maybe it'll be too late for me (it's call "age"). Well I'm not holding my breath and I'm enjoying life right now. But somewhere in the back of my mind this fantasy lurks daily. So if anyone REALLY shares a fantasy like this, do write me. If you are REALLY serious about making it come true, write, otherwise, just enjoy and don't bother me with one liner emails or such. This fantasy and description of myself is 100% me in reality. My Lifelong Fantasy I answered this guy's ad in the beginning, thinking how marvelous it would be to meet a lonely old man living in a big house. There were no designs for reaping an inheritance or gold-digging a rich guy. I am not one who is a user. That kind of stuff makes me sick anyway. Besides, I've lived for a while without niceties and the luxury of the truly wealthy: I don't need to prove anything to anyone, and I certainly don't need money. It's finding what you want in life that makes for truly glamourous living. This is what I want in life. It was a Saturday morning and the directions to this guy's place is somewhere 25 miles outside of the metropolitan area. I drove along the country highway until a turn off that was marked with two glazed pine fences. I turned into the gravel road, half of me thinking if I've leave enough evidence that if I should be missing for a day, they'll send the search party out. Well, it was morning anyway, and we don't normally associate mornings with danger. The gravel road eventually became paved and it wound through a series of pine trees lining both sides of the passage. After several kilometres, the road ends in a bright, well trimmed 2 story stone manor. Probably a half dozen rooms. The windows were tall on both side and had the curtains pulled to the side. Nothing too extravagant, but you could tell the gardening was a weekly affair that needed constant maintenance. I pulled up to the front entrance and got out. He told me over email that he had two servants and a butler. I am not one who is used to being pampered, so I killed the engine and got out by myself. Yep, 30 year old me standing in front what many would consider a dream house of success. I became momentarily self-conscious about my decidedly over casual dress habit, but decided it was a good way to start off a relationship with a man almost twice my age. No need to impress upon anyone. After all, it's my dream fantasy and he already knows what I want. It is what he wants too. I rung the bell. I was shown to the library to the right of an elegant set of stairs. The floors were well polished oak and my sneakers squeaked a little as I followed a silent 50 something guy with gray hair, starched white shirt and black slacks into a reading room full of bounded books and the usual stuff one sees in a library room: a bar table of drinks, a large table by the window and a comfortable well padded chair. I went over to the window and stood there looking out into a large, closely mowed lawn. The silent butler closed the door behind me. "It's not much there. But the calm pleases me. I need the quiet now and then." This kind, aged-wood voice says quietly behind my back. I turned around and see a short, balding man with white shocks of hair above his ear standing by the door. "Mr. Sojorn?" I tipped my forehead forward a little. "We finally meet." His voice was dried acorns by the fireside. I smiled and walk over and gave him a warm hug and a kiss on the forehead. "Nice to meet you!" "Well then, let's have a look at you," he chuckles. "I'm not exactly a poster boy, y'know. I'm thirty, oriental. Sure that makes me look twenty. But I've seen a bit myself, so no surprises." "I'm no male model myself," Sojorn smiles. "But you're slim, well proportioned and from our email exchanges, I know you're not one of those flitty young things looking to be a kept boy. I'll be the judge of how far I'll spoil you." "That's why I came up here to tell you the truth. We both know what we want and we're not going to beat around the bush. Life's too short anyway." "My dear, it certainly is." Sojorn chuckles again and pushes a button for Hal. Hal appears quietly between the doors leading into the hallway momentarily. "Hal, please get our friend acquainted with his room and I'll show him the rest." I follow Hal up the long winding staircase and felt a glaring absence of any traveling luggage bags I would normally bring on a trip. But it was upon Sojorn's gentle suggestion that I leave my "rags" at home anyway. We reached the landing at the top and there's a dark green carpeted hallway that led to a room second from the end of the house. We pass by several brightly lit rooms whose sunlight fell onto the hallway illuminating our way. I was not disturbed by Hal's courteous silence, since I am not one of many words myself. He opened the door to a large spacious room that had a high bed facing a fireplace. There were three large closet doors flanking the fireplace. Two high windows that overlooked a picturesque view of the flat greens that extended several hundred metres to the treeline. Hal turned to his left and walked along a mirrored wall to a smaller closet door. "It is 8:00 in the morning sir. This closet is where we hang your morning clothes. This is what Mr. Sojorn desires you to wear every morning from here on in." He opened up the closet door and there are three sections of colors hanging on the rack. One section all white. A dozen repetition of the same silk white shirt. The next section is a dozen repetition of dark red equestrian jackets with black felt collars. The adjacent and final section is yet another dozen jackets of the same design but in black. There is a wooden panel separating a fourth section which hung about ten bright tan riding jodhpurs. On the shelf above this rack, there sat four black velvet riding caps. I looked on the floor and there were seven pairs of tall polished leather english riding boots. They were each fitted with silver short-stubbed spurs." I noticed several thin leather belts hanging on the side wall inside the closet. "This all looks brand new, Hal." I commented mostly to myself. "You measurements that Mr. Sojorn requested were processed by me sir. This order came in just yesterday. Now, would you like me to help you sir, or would you rather be on your own?" "I've heard it is sometimes a pain to get into these things, so if you don't mind, a hand would be nice." Hal bowed slightly, stepped back once and opened his hand to point to a cushioned chair against the wall. I unbuttoned my loose shirt and removed my t-shirt. Again, feeling a little uncomfortable since the last time I undressed in front of a man was my father. When I put my jeans and shirt in a pile, I reached for a pair of the riding pants in the closet. "Sir- " Hal interrupted and I froze, looking at him. "Your bath." It took altogether about an hour for the house assistant, Janette to trim my hair close to my scalp all the way around but leaving the front bangs long over my eyes, a complete shaving of my crotch, which I insisted on doing myself, and finally my bath, which I took while Hal waited outside. Again, solely upon my insistence. Everything was leisurely. I toweled myself off, found a metal shaving kit by the mirror and cleaned up my face. Took at least three more years off. Now I could pass for twenty two. I wrapped the towel around my waist like a sarong and stepped outside into the bedroom. Hal got up from the chair and waited for me to walk over to the closet in my barefoot. I dropped the towel on the floor and wondered if that was a reaction I saw in his eyes at my shaved crotch. He motioned for me to sit and proceeded to take the jods off the hanger. I extended my legs and he slid the elastic nylon riding pants up my freshly shaven legs. The hair on my back stood up as the material glided over my smooth skin. Next, Hal pulled thin socks over my feet before he stood up and took a white blouse shirt from the closet. I took it and put it on myself while he took a white stock from a drawer. I buttoned up and tucked in, stood up and looped the leather belt around my pants. Hal draped the white stock around my neck and went over to retrieve a pair of the shiny tall riding boots. When I saw this, I sat down again and lifted my legs off the floor. With a pair of hooks on wooden handles, he eyed the hooks over the leather loops and pulled the boots high up to my knees. The fit was snug, but comfortable. Once set, I stood up and Hal proceeded to tie the white stock into a neat Windsor ascot like a simple white flower below my neck. His hands worked knowledgeably, but I could feel his breath on my face when he got close up while wrapping the stock a second turn around my neck. He then pinned the ascot down to my white blouse. Hal then turned and took one of the red riding jacket off the hanger. I lowered my arms and he slid it on. Th fit was quite exquisite and the tailor must have made it to the exact measurement. It wasn't as long as a regular riding jacket, therefore it ended just a third of the way below my lower back, exposing my rear in the tight jodhpurs. When Hal straightened out the whole outfit and made sure nothing was out of place, he buttoned the jacket and that's when I realised how tight and form fitting the suit was. In fact the two buttons at the back gathered the lower edges of the jacket making the back panel almost flare out like peplums. He handed me a pair of shiny black kidskin riding gloves which I slid onto my hands and then I took the velvet riding hat from him. I nodded once at him and he seemed please. As I walked past the mirror I look at myself without that hat. "Not bad," I thought to myself. "It was quite convincing." I hoped my erection wasn't too obvious to Hal as we walked into the hallway. If he noticed, he certainly did not let on. At the landing on the bottom of the staircase, Sojorn stood waiting. When he heard our footsteps, he looked up and a ray of sunshine came right across his face. "My sweetness, you are the very picture of what I would consider a fitting lady of the house?" He smiled. "Thank you." I blushed very lightly. "Well, let's have a look at your morning routine then." I didn't notice a wooden stable to the side of the house when I pulled up. But as we walked across the front driveway, it seemed like a building that is more visible when one stood with the manor behind one's back. As we walked, Sojorn turned several times looking me up and down, then shaking his head to himself, pretending to wipe his brow. I laughed at him softly. At the stables, we examined three of Sojorn's four geldings. I liked the chestnut colored Mayfair best. She seemed happy when I ran my gloved hand stroking its ears. Some buckets clanked behind us and I turned around to see the a middle aged brawny bearded man in a leather apron and rubber boots. He glared at me briefly. Sojorn seemed delighted. "David, this is our newly arrived misses Sojorn. I want you to take good care of her for her morning rides. Do we have a deal?" David grunted as he tipped his cap. I smiled politely but silently mouthed misses to myself trying to adjust to my new role and a gender switch that casually took place within the last hour. I watched as David trudge into a stable with a steel pail as he made squishing sounds in his rubber work boots. "Are we doing any riding this morning?" I asked brightly, turning to Sojorn. "I'm afraid not, my love. We will do it bright and early starting tomorrow morning. For now, let me show you the ground now you have met the horses." We spent the rest of the morning strolling around the massive grounds behind the mansion. There was a superb tall hedge garden with a fountain in the center. Sojorn told me about himself. Many things an old man like you bottle up in the sweet privacy of your daily existence. In the way you wave your hands, signing obtuse angles in the air while you talk about the people and things dear to you. Lost loves, lost ones, memories of a wonderful life behind. We as adults learn to savor the reality of time, holding on to timeless memories while age marches through us. What is this immeasurable loneliness call the internet that dehumanizes who we are, how we desire, but also how we love as human beings love. Do you not know that over there by the third hedge is where our foulest wanton lust meets dignified, humane yearnings. Do you not know that in this short life we can be our corrupt selves and yet retain our sense of pure love and caring for each other. In the twilight of youth, and graced with this knowledge, we walk like gypsy poets amongst suburban termites in their nasty circle of prepackaged romance. >From what Hal said earlier, I knew that noon time meant some different activity altogether. Therefore when 11:30 came around, I was not surprise to be back in the main house. I thought Sojorn was going to take me to the library. I also though I should have left my velvet riding cap in the closet, since there was no plans for me to ride anyway. As we stood in the main hall outside the library, I heard the familiar clank of pails coming towards the entrance from outside. I wondered if David would have already changed by now. I was interrupted by Sojorn, as he whispered into my ears. "My dear, I'd like very much for this to be a morning routine." He ran his hand slowly up my inner thigh. I could feel the warmth of his fingers on me since my jodhpurs were stretched so tight over my legs. I was concerned that one of the housekeepers would walk in on our miniature fling in the hall. He moved his hand up to my growing bulge and cupped the mound where my cock was. Sojorn was shorter than me, so he raised himself on tiptoes, bent his head and breath on my the small part of my neck just above my stock tie. His left hand pawed around me and grabbed my left ass cheek in his palm. I gasped and close my eyes, mouth open slightly. Lips glistening. Just to have a dirty old man grope me while dressed like a horserider made me stiff and moist. His right hand fingers slid my zipper down and slowly stroked out my hot and tight little shaved asian cock. I was fully clothed in a tight fitting riding outfit, cock pointing straight out. I grabbed Sojorn's face in my leather gloved hands and ran my tongue over his eyebrow. His callused stubby hand worked my smooth cock to a wild dripping frenzy. I thought I was going to shoot my load on his jacket. In my ear, he whispered: "You're such a hot looking cocksucking faggot when you're dressed like that. Girl I'm going to teach you how to have a snotty bitchy attitude and take your post as the lady of the house. We have a lot of work and a lot of wild lovemaking to attend to." I almost came when he called me a cocksucking faggot in the vehement voice. Suddenly, the doors of the main entrance swung open behind us, and I froze mid gasp. I knew it was David. But I also knew he could not see my exposed crotch since my back was towards him. The thrill of being caught was a new arousal. I just wondered how we would get out of this. Maybe I would walk forwards into the library and David would not see a thing. Or maybe Sojorn would dismiss him. God I would die if Sojorn made me turn around. But I didn't even think he would be that twisted. But he is certainly surprising me that we would do this semi-public sex thing. His age betrays him. Maybe- "David my good man!" Sojorn bellowed. "You are not going to walk around in this house in those godforsaken stable boots are you?" This guy is really good at hiding, I thought to myself. Sojorn took the velvet cap from under my arm and I thought it was a good way to discreetly veil my erection. David said nothing. I was waiting for his answer. My cock throbbed in the silence. A trickle of precum dripped in slow motion from the slit of my dick. Sojorn's one hand tightened around my arm. "Here," voice suddenly transformed in and instant and was now dry and without any emotion. "Use the mat." He swung me around with one jerk of his hand. My erect dick completely exposed, facing David. I felt the heel of Sojorn's shoe on my ass as he straigtened out his leg with a shove. I was sent across the hall and landed on my back, on the floor a foot away from David. My stiff cock was pointing straight up. I half opened my mouth. He raised his filthy muddy rubber boots that have stepped through horse dung all morning. The caked excrement mixed with horse piss and soiled dirt half hardened and stinking like a farm sty. The moment all the caked shit touched my milky, silky soft powdered face my cock exploded again and again with hot sticky cum all over my tight jods, my riding jacket and over my white blouse. I was twitching with my riding boots scuffing the floor as my shaved balls soaked. The sole of his workboot rubbed what seemed like slow motion across my face smearing the horse shit and piss soaked soil on my skin. There I was all dressed like a prim affluent horserider in tight jodhpurs, kicking boots and a shaved dick sticking straight out coming all over myself. I was in sexual seizure as he used my face as a floor mat, trampling me, trampling my groveling body and pampered face. When I finally calmed down, I was crying and shocked at the sudden-ness of the event. I turned panting wildly, looking at Sojorn with an expression of some anger, but mostly wild fascination at his debasement of me, his complete mastery of my depravity. "Good," he seemed pleased. "Everyday at about this time in the morning, David will expect you here. ---End of Part 1----------------------- Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | ASSM Archive site +-----------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | | --- | +--------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | This newsgroup is moderated by ASSTR, an entity supported by donations. | | If you enjoy this newsgroup, please consider making a donation to help | | Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository keep providing this free service for you.| | Donations: | \_________________________________________________________________________/