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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.
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