Good boy! Now, go fetch My spurs. The new ones. I’m
See! Even THEY get it. The whip teaches everything!
slave! Fetch My spurs! The ones with the two inch razor rowels.
On the way to the stables for a hard morning ride. I’ll
My mount is ready? Excellent! FINALLY! you kneel here. Right
Finally! I can’t tell you how many pairs of riding breeches
Hahaha…look at them all move away. Look at the wide eyes…the
Word of advice… NEVER! Ever tell ME you have a horse
Some athletes stare in the mirror as they armor up for the contest.
How My mount shows its appreciation for each jab of the spur
Fetch those new Chilean spurs. And the thorn whip and wire quirt
This one failed Me in the steeplechase. It failed to make a
The exhilaration, thrill, power of bringing the snorting, sweating
Power, cruelty, dominion, privilege. Such an addictive and intoxicating
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This one is willful. Pulled up on Me at two obstacles yesterday.
We’ve lulled away the morning. Kissing tenderly. Exploring
Some mornings, a brisk ride out into the countryside becomes