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These Boots Are Made For Riding
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carstraddle
Nov 11, 2023
Here is a story I created. It is a far-fetched story, but sure wish something like this could be made a reality! In the sprawling estate of Alexis, a young woman of immense wealth and opulence, a peculiar desire had taken root. Her life had been one of luxury, a constant indulgence in the privileges that her inheritance provided. Yet, amidst the excess and comfort, a craving for something unconventional, something that spoke to the untamed desires within her, had surfaced. Alexis, with her flowing golden hair and an air of unapologetic confidence, found solace in the power and dominance she experienced while riding horses. However, the thrill of controlling a living, breathing creature was no longer enough. She sought something more, something that would symbolize her absolute authority over the world around her. Enter the vintage VW Beetle, a small car that ordinary people might drive, parked inconspicuously in one of her stables. It gleamed in pristine condition, a stark contrast to the fate that awaited its humble roof. Alexis, dressed in a tailored riding ensemble that exuded both elegance and command, approached the car with an unmistakable determination. Clad in tight-fitting jodhpurs, polished riding boots, and a crisp white blouse, she adorned herself with equestrian accessories. A riding crop hung from her belt, and she wielded it with the prowess of a jockey. Stirrups, typically used for riding horses, were attached to the sides of the car, hanging low enough for her to slip her boots into. With reins in hand, attached strategically to the front wheel wells like a bit in a horse's mouth, Alexis mounted the roof of the vintage Beetle. The metal beneath her felt cold against her thighs, but she relished the sensation, a stark reminder of the power she wielded. "Giddy-up!" she shouted, the command echoing in the secluded stable. Her riding boots kicked the sides of the car with relentless determination, urging it to submit to her will. The car resisted at first, the roof groaning under her weight, but Alexis was unyielding. "Faster!" she demanded, her voice a whip cracking in the air. The vintage Beetle, once a symbol of simplicity, now bore the weight of Alexis's desires. The roof began to undulate, the metal protesting against the force imposed upon it. With each kick, each shout, the car succumbed. The roof resisted valiantly, but Alexis's dominance prevailed. She reveled in the feeling of power, her heart racing with the thrill of conquering the inanimate. As she relentlessly rode the car into submission, the once-pristine roof began to show signs of defeat. Dents, creases, and ripples marred its surface, a testament to the struggle it faced against the force of Alexis's will. And then, with a thunderous crunch that echoed through the stable, the roof collapsed beneath her. Alexis, triumphant, dismounted to survey her conquest. The car's roof bore the unmistakable imprint of her thighs and seat, crushed into the shape of a saddle. In that private moment of empowerment, Alexis had tamed a different kind of steed, leaving behind a symbol of her dominance, a reminder that even in the most unconventional pursuits, everyone, regardless of their wealth or status, could find their own path to empowerment. Happy Riding!
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