Full Dressage by Miss Irene Clearmont

Book Details

Full Dressage – A domestic feminised slave to Miss Harriman, a sex toy in a brothel, surely things cannot get worse for Samuel, the young man who was on his bucket-list travels of the USA when it all went sideways. Wrong! Stolen from the brothel by one of the trucker clients, Samuel is transported and sold to a place that could well be his worst nightmare.

Sold to Isabella’s human pony farm, Samuel embarks on the most terrifying episode yet in his life of slavery, a place where livestock are bought and sold as well as being used by the wealthy women who desire something a little different. The stables offer some of the finest ponies, fillies and stallions to be bought in the US and Samuel soon finds his place as suitable for a first filly for some lucky girl.

The training, the punishments and the joys of serving and learning how to be the perfect pony between the traces of a carriage. The stalls, the parlour and the open road are all part of the training as Samuel is broken and altered to become the perfect gift for a spoiled brat on her birthday.

Meanwhile other things are afoot in Isabella’s stables. The gymkhana where prizes are on offer, the rivalry between two best friends. The promotions and demotions of the stables’ staff as well as the fearsome Miss Lily who rules the parlours with a rod as stiff as iron! We even get to meet Miss Harriman again as she looks in on the amusing little experiment that began in ‘Plaything’.

At last, Samuel is ready for his new owner, the small side-tales are settled and we move on to the last volume of this delicious series…

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This is the third in the ‘Samuel’ series of four novellas that will take him to dark places and terrible trials as he becomes a slave to women whose only interest is in making his life dedicated to their pleasure or earnings. Each book is around 20,000+ words and takes off from where the last finished. making a single narrative. The books are closely plotted to be a single narrative and are best read in sequence…

The ‘Samuel’ Series:

1. Plaything
2. Road Kill
3. Full Dressage
4. Come To Mother

Setting: USA

F/m, Trans/m, FM/m, F/f, Stables and Pony Training, Gymkhana, Riding Fetish, BDSM, Corporal, Modifications, Revenge.

Strength 8/10 – 30,000 Words

Written 2017 Re-edit 2022

Excerpt: Full Dressage

Episode One

The trap moved away. The leash from Samuel’s collar to the hook at the back snapped taut and he was forced to a jog as the small trap turned before moving from the luxurious villa. Just a few steps behind the rattling small carriage Samuel could see Miss Isabella’s tightly braided hair on which perched a low top hat tied with a black ribbon. That and the long riding whip that flicked occasionally as she guided the two stallions that pulled her.

Luckily for Samuel the carriage slowed to a patient walk and Samuel was able to balance on his high heels as they moved from the shady palms and watered gardens of Miss Isabella’s villa and into a scratchy bare scrub through which the dusty track wended its way. Sweat ran from him in the hot sun and his thighs ached from the unaccustomed exercise. The track curved slowly to face his eyes to the blazing sun and he could do nothing but watch the slender wheels turn as the miles went by.

The heel on his left shoe suddenly broke free and Samuel tripped and fell to the path. For a few moments, he was dragged in the dust and gravel before the trap came to a halt and Miss Isabella leaned back to look down at her hapless new acquisition. Her arm leaned on the padded back of her seat and a gloved hand gestured.

‘Take them off and throw them away,’ she directed. Samuel’s hands pulled at the straps at his ankles while Miss Isabella waited patiently. As the broken shoe came from his foot, he cast a glance across the vista. In the distance, the white of the villa, a few scattered bushes and the endless ochre of the wastelands that ran top the horizon in all directions.

‘Up you get, boy! We have another few miles…’ Samuel stood panting. He could see the black plumes on the heads of Miss Isabella’s human stallions nodding in the slight breeze and then the whip flicked and once again they were in motion. Now every step had to be calculated and taken with care. Small stones that hurt the soles of his feet and the occasional larger one embedded in the surface of the track that threatened to stub his toes. With his eyes on the road that appeared from under the body of the carriage, he stepped carefully as the pace picked up and they were moving at a steady slow canter.

His eyes took in the casual way that his leash had been thrown over the hook at the back of the carriage. Easily undone, easily slipped free, but where was there to go? In the middle of a wilderness miles from anywhere! Miss Isabella never looked back, she just sat ramrod-straight on her seat and urged on her stallions at a steady trot, while in the dust behind, Samuel half-ran to keep up, the soles of his feet starting to hurt.

The surface changed. One moment the dust and stones of the wasteland, the next, smooth cobbles over which the wheels of the carriage rasped with a metallic ringing. Samuel looked around as the trap came to a halt and found that he was in a courtyard surrounded on three sides with low adobe buildings painted a blinding white and electric blue.

Miss Isabella planted the whip in the holder by her seat as a tall black woman in tight riding gear stepped from the entrance of the nearest building and approached the trap. She offered a hand as Miss Isabella dismounted and stepped down to the cobbles. ‘Get them taken for a gallop, they are getting lazy,’ she commented as she picked up the short crop on the seat beside her. ‘This is the new one, have it taken to a stall and harnessed…’

Samuel was suddenly self-conscious. In his dusty skirt, short tight T shirt and bare feet he looked at the ground in embarrassment as the black woman nodded and stepped up to inspect him. ‘Not much meat on it, not ideal material,’ she said as she walked around Samuel. ‘Perhaps it should be in the parlour?’

‘We’ll decide later,’ said Miss Isabella. ‘Just get it in a caged paddock for now. I am more interested in discussing the display-pair that is being prepared for the Phoenix show.’

Now, the woman was standing in front of Samuel. She extended a gloved hand and lifted his chin and he blushed at her inspection of him. In turn, he admired her figure and felt a lump in his throat and a slight swelling between his thighs. Knee high-heeled black boots, tight riding denims that were so tight that he was sure that he could make out the cleft of her pussy and a white blouse that was stretched over a narrow waist and mountainous breasts. ‘Not the best that I’ve seen,’ she commented. ‘But, we’ll make something of it in short order. Who was the previous owner?’

She stooped slightly, lifted his skirt and inspected the brand and tattoo between Samuel’s thighs, moving his little cock to one side with the back of her hand to see the ownership marks. ‘H?’ she said. ‘I don’t recognise the brand…’

‘Only used as a domestic, Ellie,’ said Miss Isabella. ‘A certain Miss Harriman up in Reno. Update the central registry using my name and mark him as ‘estate duties’ for the moment. Now then, we can’t stand in the sun all day!’ she continued. ‘Get Josie to take the stallions for a gallop and get the latest pony into a stall and we’ll have a chat about Phoenix…’

Ellie took Samuel’s leash in her hand and followed her mistress into the building. The room was cool, an office space. Samuel found his leash being passed to a young girl wearing jeans and a bikini top who nodded to the instructions given her and led Samuel back into the courtyard where another woman was mounting in Miss Isabella’s place on the trap and taking the whip in hand.

Excerpt from: Full Dressage